Qin Mingyan ultimately couldn't resist the allure and purchased the so-called secret manual that belonged to Qin Liuxi, but he didn't spend a single silver, having given her all of the dozen or so copper coins he earned from writing letters for people today.
Facing Qin Liuxi's gaze, Qin Mingyan felt somewhat guilty, his ears and neck flushing red, he said, "This is all I have."
"Is this all earned by yourself? Not stolen?" Qin Liuxi raised an eyebrow and asked.
Qin Mingyan nodded, his voice a bit cold: "With good luck, it won't be stolen."
Qin Liuxi looked over, the young boy was dressed in an old cloth gown, his topknot secured with a cloth strip, similar to many commoners in Wu City. His face inherited the best features of his parents, not too delicate, yet quite handsome, still, he was a bit different from the local commoners.
The once pampered young gentleman has since been exiled, having seen the dangers of this world, there was a touch of melancholy between his brows.
