Quentin?
His gentle and jade-like face flashed through Finn's mind, and his mind moved slightly, but then he rejected it: "Forget it, let's go to...Lan Meiren Palace."
Although Quentin is good, he is not his safe haven. In other words, in such a huge palace, Finn could not find a brick or tile to protect him from the wind and rain. At this moment, he seemed to have no choice but the dilapidated Yanchun Palace.
At least that place has not been infiltrated by any forces and is clean and pure.
Fortunately, Yanchun Palace is not too far away, otherwise Finn would be exposed to death on the road sooner or later. It had been several days since the last time he came, and the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs were quite efficient in their work. Sure enough, they sent a lot of extra people here. At least the weeds in front of the door were almost cleared, and they were a little less miserable.
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