"There’s no money left. I only have twenty taels of silver on me. The imperial edict stated that we are being exiled to the military, and all our family assets have been confiscated."
Qin An was only sixteen this year and had served as Qin Hu’s personal valet. He was frail and sickly, already worn down to the point where he looked as though he were on his last breath.
In truth, Qin Hu was in no better shape. For the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, chopping wood, tending fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and setting up camp.
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