"No more bank-notes left; I only have twenty taels of silver on me. The imperial decree stated that we are being exiled as convicts and our family property has been confiscated."
Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. Excessively thin and frail, and already broken by endless torment, he looked as though he had only one breath left in him.
In truth, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles daily, assigned to tasks such as clearing mountain paths, building bridges across rivers, cutting firewood, fetching water, digging trenches, and pitching encampments.
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