"There's no more bank draft left. I only have twenty taels of silver on me. The imperial decree stated that we were being sent into exile as soldiers, and our family assets have been confiscated."
Qin An was only sixteen this year. As Qin Hu’s personal attendant, he was frail and thin, having long since been pushed to the brink of collapse by the torment; he looked as if he had only one breath left in him.
In truth, Qin Hu was not much better off. For the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles a day. Their duties involved clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over water, chopping wood for fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and setting up camp.
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