Carrying a Christmas gift for Pearl in his pocket, Ou Yue strolled around the streets before returning to the palace.

It was still early, and Ou Yue was bored. So, she wandered around the royal palace. She strolled into the garden and saw a person standing among the flowers.

The camellias in the garden were in full bloom, their fiery red petals like blood.

Ou Yue focused her gaze and saw that it was the much favored Omega, Hua Yi.

There have always been many Omega who wanted to climb onto Randall's bed, but more Omega chose wisely to leave after a period of persistence, because of Randall's irascibility and mercilessness. He only cared about venting his own desires, and he wouldn't even enter their bodies that had already been fully wet and thirsty due to his pheromones beckoning them, only allowing them to serve him orally.

And the Omega who are forced into heat will be thrown away like garbage after they are used up, regardless of whether they are dead or alive. How incredibly inhumane this is.

But this Hua Yi seems to have been by Wang's side for almost a year already. Perle said that every time he served Wang, he would take an inhibitor himself to alleviate the pain of being unmarked during heat.

Ou Yue felt a sense of empathy with him, but at the same time, there was a subtle discomfort.

Ou Yue didn't want to admit that this uncomfortable feeling originated from the fact that, despite having black hair and black eyes, he couldn't possess Lander's emerald eyes.

Ou Yue walked over, and Hua Yi looked over. Seeing that it was him, she immediately put on a proud and indifferent expression.

"What are you here for?"

"Naturally, I came to appreciate the flowers, they are so beautiful," Yue smiled and said, "but they don't belong exclusively to anyone, you know."

"You!" Huayi discerned the hidden meaning in Ouyue's words, biting her lip in anger before turning around and walking away.

Although they were both Asians, the two of them did not look similar. Hua Yi lived up to her name, delicate and beautiful with a blend of feminine and masculine traits, while Ou Yue had a handsome and refined appearance without a hint of femininity.

Ou Yue watched as Hua Yi walked away with an angry expression on his face. She felt a little childish, but also somewhat uncontrollably proud.

It's best if no one can get close to Randall; he cannot belong to anyone else.

Ou Yue gently caressed the blood-red petals of the camellia, then turned around and walked away.

In the evening, it began to snow.

It was Randall's command. The photon defense barrier of the royal palace was deactivated, allowing scattered white lights to float into the palace, only to melt and vanish.

Eu Yue's leg injury started to throb faintly again. He buried his face in his scarf and slipped his hands, bound by bandages, into his pockets. His freezing fingers stumbled upon a square box inside the pocket, and he couldn't help but smirk mischievously.

Walking through the light snow, Ou Yue stepped into the front hall of the main palace. This was the place where guests were entertained with dance parties. After passing through the long corridor, the rear hall was where they usually held gatherings and revelries.

During holidays, Randal paid no attention to them whatsoever. He allowed his youthful and spirited subordinates to revel and make all the noise they wanted in the palace. Although the servants did not have time off, they were still able to celebrate the holidays within the palace. As a result, the festive atmosphere within the palace was always very rich.

But the front hall remained as magnificent as ever, with a high dome adorned with sacred murals. It is said that these murals were painted by the ten most renowned artists of the time, who were captured by the former king.

The colorful stained glass windows on the dome were spotlessly clean, allowing sunlight to filter through and cast a mysterious spectrum of colors upon the long dining table, covered in a pristine white tablecloth. It created an atmosphere akin to a solemn church ritual.

Passing through the front hall and walking along the long corridor covered with thick carpets, one would arrive at the rear hall. The decoration of the rear hall is slightly more casual, and the area is also smaller, exuding a strong European style.

Several sets of genuine leather sofas and audio equipment were scattered in their usual disorder. There was no dining table here, only a place for them to gather and have fun.

Several people had already arrived, and when they saw him come in, they quickly greeted him. Ou Yue also didn't put on any airs of superiority during off-work hours, casually finding a seat to sit down.

However, there were still many team members who didn't dare to approach casually and strike up a conversation. After all, they had heard too many legends about the captain, and their reverence for him overshadowed their curiosity.

In no time, more and more people arrived. Vice Captain Leio led a group of people to bring in several large boxes of wheat beer. Just as they were set down, Perl also arrived.

A group of men were bustling around here, bustling to and fro. As Perl walked in, he quickly scanned his surroundings and spotted Ou Yue sitting leisurely with her legs crossed on a leather sofa in the corner, lost in thought.