Qin Hu was no man to sit around waiting for death. This was clearly a setup, and he would not let it go unanswered.
Life was an endless struggle for survival. Just wait—not only would he survive, but he would return to the capital to settle the score with them.
"Qin An, how much silver do we have left?"
"There's no silver left. I only have twenty taels on me. The imperial decree said we were being sent to the front lines as punishment and our assets were seized."
Qin An, just sixteen, was Qin Hu’s personal page. He was frail and already exhausted by the torment, looking as if he were on his last breath.
In truth, Qin Hu wasn't much better off. For the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles a day. Their duties were to carve paths through mountains, build bridges over rivers, chop wood, haul water, and set up camp.
What could possibly happen when two pampered, delicate fellows were left with hundreds of rough, burly soldiers?
Naturally, they drew the hardest labor, ate the worst food, took the cruelest beatings, and suffered the greatest indignities.
Qin Hu figured his predecessor had likely been tortured to death.
Perhaps he deserved it.
But now, this burden fell to him, and if he couldn't shoulder it, he would die too.
"Give it to me."
Qin Hu had made up his mind: he had to find a way to keep Qin An alive, then figure out his next move.
Survival wasn't actually impossible. The simplest method was bribery. As the saying goes, money can talk to the gods…
Chapter 255