Doesn't fit the identity
He Huan smiled when he heard this.
In Sent's eyes, his smile was nothing more than a provocation and mockery of the supreme monarchy.
Just as Senter was about to scold him, Fitz said in a cold voice: "He Huan is my lover and the biological father of my child. He is definitely not someone who meets the requirements of his status. Please think twice before you speak, father."
"The biological father of the child?" Senter's angry expression was like red-hot cast iron, which was suddenly immersed in cold water and solidified instantly. The scorching temperature dissipated along with the white smoke.
Like a chain reaction, a crack appeared on Yalian's face.
Hicks's face looked as ugly as if it had been painted white.
The thing that I tried so hard to hide was exposed so unexpectedly.
Yalian and Hicks had made plans beforehand. Taking advantage of the birthday party tonight, the workaholic Sent would definitely stay away from government affairs. And Fitz would be busy with socializing and would be too busy to be there.
As long as Meng Jing is obedient and does some good work on the Internet, he can nail He Huan to the pillar of shame. After tonight, when the engagement is settled, he will not only get Fitz, but also kick out his love rival He Huan. It is really killing two birds with one stone.
But now...
Ya Lian looked at the king's shocked expression, and the uneasiness in her heart gradually grew.
The royal heir has always been a very serious issue.
Sente may not approve of He Huan, or even kill him, but he will never persecute the child in his belly. He will even prepare the best birthing environment in the entire galaxy for He Huan to ensure that he can give birth to the healthiest child.
The child is even Senter’s first grandchild!
Sente's expression changed quickly, and the shock quickly disappeared. The king, who had experienced various emergencies, quickly completed a series of weighing the pros and cons in his mind.
His cold expression remained unchanged, but his anger was much less. He looked down at He Huan mercilessly: "You are very courageous and lucky."
He Huan's lips curled up slightly, and he did not feel weak because of the king's toughness. On the contrary, whether it was his posture or his expression, he was still as calm as ever when facing the most powerful superior of the empire.
"You are wrong. It's not that I am lucky, but that some people are lucky and have not made irreparable mistakes."
He Huan turned his gaze to the brothers Yalian and Hicks and looked at them calmly.
Yalian gritted her teeth and straightened her jaw. Her eyes revealed hatred and jealousy that she herself hadn't even noticed.
Hicks looked like he wanted to tear He Huan into pieces, and he didn't hide it at all.
Sente soon noticed something strange in He Huan's neither humble nor arrogant attitude. Even though he had met countless people, he had never seen such a confident, assertive and proud temperament in an omega.
This omega named He Huan entered the palace and met the king for the first time. Not only did he not shrink back or feel inferior, he even dared to stand up straight and confront him.
"Since you are pregnant with Fitz's child, I am not a heartless person. You can stay with Fitz, but you should know in what capacity. Don't dream of what is not yours. The only one who can walk side by side with Fitz is..."
"The only one who can walk shoulder to shoulder with me is He Huan!" Fitz interrupted Cent's words directly: "If my father is still obsessed with interfering with my marriage, I don't mind using unconventional means."
Sente sneered: "Very good, it seems that you don't even want the position of crown prince anymore."
The feeling of being threatened in public by his own son made Re furious. As a cold-blooded king, Cent would not put the future of the empire on an heir for any purpose or consideration.
Fitz knew this too. The appearance of He Huan instantly tore apart the rare father-son relationship between him and Center, and put the two men on opposite sides in the most intense way.
But confrontation was inevitable, and He Huan only accelerated the process.
Fitz showed no fear. His silver-grey eyes were even as if they were ignited with flames, tinged with a layer of scorching temperature: "If you are willing to tear up the promise you made to my mother, it would be a good idea to make a break with the Donnell family. Don't treat charity as a gift anymore."
"You!" The image of Queen Tadade and her request before her death suddenly appeared in front of Sente's eyes.
It's more of a transaction than a request.
The profound heritage and inheritance of the Donnell family were all used to exchange for Fitz's position as crown prince.
The only thing Tadé requested before her death was for Center to swear to heaven that he would keep Fitz as the crown prince forever.
This was a secret that was kept secret, even among Sent’s closest confidants.
How did Fitz know this
Sente's face was more embarrassed than ever before. He even felt ashamed that he was stripped naked and had nowhere to hide in front of his son.
But there are so many ministers around... Sente clenched his fists. His uncontrollable and violent emotional fluctuations caused his pheromones to be on the verge of collapse.
Princess Charlotte quickly snuggled up to him. She glanced at the two furious Cowland brothers, but after a moment, she turned her attention to comforting Cent, "Your Majesty, Fitz was just speaking in anger. Since he likes this omega so much, you should arrange for him to take good care of the baby. It's hard to say what will happen in the future. Today is a happy day. How can you get so angry over such a small matter?"
Charlotte turned to Fitz and smiled gently, "Congratulations to the prince on his promotion to father."
Fitz replied lightly, "Thank you", with no extra expression on his face.
Charlotte seemed unaware of Fitz's indifference. She turned her gaze to He Huan again, smiling even more gently: "He Huan, thank you for nurturing precious blood for the royal family. This is simply the best gift for the king's birthday."
The princess's way of dealing with things has always been subtle and gentle, and she is gentle and kind, which makes her very soothing. She even got the nickname "tranquilizer".
The precarious situation was brought to a standstill at a tense balance point thanks to the princess's mediation.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid my son is not worthy of the crown prince, so this marriage is off." Duke Cowlan suddenly said in a cold voice.
Being humiliated by the royal family time and time again would make even a person with a calm temper get angry, let alone the fact that he was a distinguished duke.
Yalian quickly grabbed Duke Cowran's sleeve and shook her head pleadingly.
He had finally come to this point, and was about to marry Fitz, so how could he fail at the last moment
Duke Cowran opened his mouth and was about to scold him, but he heard Cent speak again: "Duke, I failed to discipline you properly, but I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."
Duke Cowran pulled the flesh on his cheeks and said stiffly, "Your Majesty, I think the prince really likes this omega. From his tone, he will only have this one omega in his life. We should not force him."
His tone was gentle and calm, but every word was sharp, accusing Fitz of challenging the royal power for a civilian omega and looking down on the Cowherd family.
When Senter heard this, he smiled with sarcasm in his smile: "Only one omega in your life?"
The rulers of the empire have great power, and beauty is just an insignificant bonus. No alpha can resist something that is delivered to their doorstep.
"Fitz, you may not know that Yalian's pheromone match with yours is as high as 68%!" Cent said sarcastically, "He can help you increase your mental strength and give birth to the best offspring for you."
When Yalian saw Sente speak for him, her expectations instantly rose again. For an alpha, compatibility is everything in the mate selection criteria.
He didn't believe that Fitz was not tempted by the number 68%.
He Huan is nothing. As long as he and Fitz get married and merge their pheromones, this little star with no background will be manipulated by him.
But... Fitz's handsome face was so calm. Yalian opened her eyes wide, but still could not see even the slightest fluctuation on his face.
Cent was stunned. He found that not only Fitz was indifferent, but even He Huan's expression did not change at all.
Many AO pairings can't even reach 20%, let alone 68%, a number that they dare not even dream of.
"68%" Suddenly a teasing voice came from the door.
When everyone looked in the direction of the sound, they saw a tall, lazy figure leaning against the door.
Senter frowned slightly: "Myron, have you sent off all the guests?"
Myron took off his military cap and used his five fingers to tidy up his short golden hair: "I've delivered it. Otherwise, I won't be able to come back in time to watch this wonderful show."
"Myron!" Charlotte scolded the king before he could get angry, "Since you have completed your mission, go back and rest."
"Why? I am also a member of the royal family. Moreover, this is related to my brother's marriage. As his younger brother, I must care about it." Myron had a charming smile on his lips.
That face is exactly the same as Fitz's, but his temperament is completely different from Fitz's, and the two can be easily distinguished.
Sente was well aware of his second son's erratic personality, so he suppressed his displeasure and said in a deep voice, "This has nothing to do with you, go back!"
"How can it be okay?" Myron took out a piece of paper folded into a small square from his pocket and slowly spread it out: "My father may not have had time to check what happened on the Internet. It's a pity."
Myron suddenly turned to look at He Huan, and his dissolute smile suddenly became sincere: "It's nice to see you here. You are very charming today."
He Huan smiled back at him: "Thank you."
Myron unfolded the paper and faced He Huan. It was a certificate: "Your pheromone match between us is as high as 99%. Although it is one percentage point less than my brother's, I don't think it makes much difference. If my brother marries Yalian, how about you consider marrying me?"
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the bright red "99%" at the end of the appraisal certificate, which was extremely dazzling.
"Impossible!" "How could it be!"
Everyone was dumbfounded, and everyone wondered if they were dazzled or if there was something wrong with their ears.
99%? !
Fitz was one percentage point higher than him, how much was that? Everyone stared at the paper stupidly, as if they had forgotten how to do arithmetic.
Myron didn't care what everyone was thinking. He handed the appraisal certificate to He Huan and said, "I am very sincere."
He Huan's eyes moved around, he was also very curious as to why such a high degree of match was achieved.
I had just scanned two lines of text when a slender hand quickly took away the appraisal certificate.
tear-
The appraisal was torn into pieces, and the scraps of paper fell from Fitz's hands. His eyes were as cold as ice, as if a sharp blade was about to be unsheathed: "Get out!"
Myron spread his hands and shrugged nonchalantly: "You are the future heir of the empire, you can't have only one omega. But I am different, I am much freer."
He Huan raised his eyes and a slightly interested smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
If he hadn't wanted to avenge the original owner, and if it weren't for the vicious online violence of the Cowherd family, he wouldn't necessarily have followed Fitz to the palace to confront this group of people.
He was forced into this situation.
However, He Huan is not the type of person who blames others for everything, and now he has not yet reached the point where he has become the target of public criticism and is beyond redemption.
The child and Fitz symbolize a kind of bondage. If he chooses one end of the scale, will he really lose the other end of the scale - freedom
It is indeed troublesome to think within a framework.
So what about jumping out of the frame? He Huan figured it out on the way to Dongnuo Palace with Fitz.
The world of greedy adults is never about multiple-choice questions, they want them all!
Suddenly, He Huan felt a sense of mental and physical oppression, which was the coercive force brought by pheromones. He was forced to turn his eyes to Fitz.
However, when he met his silver-gray eyes, the feeling of oppression suddenly disappeared, replaced by a strong desire for possessiveness.
AOs have a unique ability to read each other's pheromones, not to mention that the matching degree between them is as high as 100%.
Fitz was close to him at this moment and was highly concerned about his emotional changes. He Huan's momentary hesitation just now was obviously caught by Fitz.
"Sorry." He Huan took the initiative to hold his hand and stroked the back of his hand soothingly.
Fitz grabbed his wrist and said in a deep voice: "He Huan!"
He Huan felt that after the oppressive feeling of Fitz's pheromones withdrew, a trace of it still remained lingering on him, lingering and affectionate.
This man really cares about him.
"Brother, you have taken all the benefits, how can you be so greedy?" Myron's eyes suddenly became sharp, like a loaded gun, emitting a cold metallic smell.
"Enough!" Sente held his forehead with his right hand. The constant slaps in the face tonight had made him, as the king of a country, lose all his face.
No wonder Fitz couldn't let go of this omega, and this omega was so bold as to act so presumptuous in front of him.
Previously in the conference room, Fitz was able to defeat two special elites on his own. It turned out that it was because he enhanced his mental strength after combining with an omega with a 100% matching degree
Senter recalled how he had boasted about Yalian's 68% before, and for the first time in his life he felt a burning pain on his face. He suddenly looked back at the Kaulan family.
Yalian and Hicks didn't dare to confront him, and kept ducking their heads. Duke Cowran was still in shock, and when he met Sent's gaze, he felt embarrassed and dissatisfied.
In an instant, Senter seemed to understand something and his face darkened.
After a moment, Senter asked Fitz in an obscure voice: "Is it really 100%?"
He didn't even dare to think about what a perfectly matched omega meant.
Fitz had no intention of dwelling on a few percent. If Myron hadn't suddenly appeared, he wouldn't have wanted to pin everything between him and He Huan on matching.
"Or you should, like Myron said, look at what's going on online."
Sente frowned and said nothing more.
Fitz took He Huan's hand and said, "Let's go back first."
As the two men walked past Myron, Fitz paused for a second.
The two brothers' gazes were similar in the air, one was cold and chilly, the other was fearless.
"Take care of yourself." After saying this, Fitz took He Huan's arm and walked out of the hall.
Myron would not be so kind, and would not do useless work. Tonight, he suddenly took out a certificate of appraisal and pursued He Huan in front of him. On the surface, it seemed to help him and He Huan, but it was disgusting enough.
Myron curled his lips into a smile and watched the two figures go away.
The farce seemed to end in a rather awkward way, and no conclusion was reached in the end.
Sente's ambiguous attitude made the subsequent development of the incident full of uncertainty.
Duke Cowran's expression changed over and over again, and he finally made a decision for his two sons: "Let's go home!"
Ya Lian stood there silently, like a heavy statue that stubbornly refused to move.
Hicks grabbed his arm: "Yalian!"
Yalian raised her head, and her tear troughs were filled with bright light.
Hicks felt distressed and angry. He wiped Yalian's tears and said, "Don't be sad. Let's go back first."
As he spoke, he gave Yalian a look, telling him not to let love get the better of him and act on impulse, but to think it over after returning home.
Because of what Fitz said before he left, Cent left everyone and went to find his secretary.
Charlotte stayed to clean up the mess. She was worried about her son Myron's unusual behavior, but she still had to put on a smile to comfort the Cowherd family.
How could the Duke of Cowland give face to the royal family at this time? He snorted coldly and didn't buy the princess's account at all.
If Yalian hadn't insisted on marrying Fitz, why would he have the nerve to give money and send troops, and yet others wouldn't appreciate it.
He was just a powerless little star, yet he dared to challenge the Kaolan family and even made them lose face at a state banquet. If he didn't avenge this, how could he continue to mix in the aristocratic circle
He will definitely make the royal family regret insulting the Kauran family today!
"Duke Cowland, you and the king have been friends for many years. He will definitely give you a satisfactory answer." Charlotte said tenderly, as if to make you believe that she could definitely fulfill this promise on behalf of the king.
However, Colan just kept laughing, as he knew Cent's personality very well.
"It better satisfy me, or else!"
Charlotte drooped her eyelids slightly, and when she raised her eyes again, her smile became meaningful: "You will definitely be satisfied."
Kaolan was stunned, looked at her deeply, and left with his two sons.
Charlotte still politely escorted the Duke and his family out. When she turned around, she saw her son still standing in the banquet hall, staring at her quietly.
Only the mother and son were left in the hall.
Charlotte restrained all her gentleness and tactfulness, and even her smile was instantly hidden in the storage room.
Myron was already used to her skillful way of managing her expression, and sneered, "Aren't you tired?"
Charlotte raised her head and looked up at her son.
He grew up to be tall and became a mature man with his own ideas.
"Who do you think I am doing this for?"
Myron leaned lazily against the exquisitely patterned metal pillar, his eyes wandering aimlessly in the empty hall, as if he didn't see him.
Charlotte asked, "What's with the appraisal you just showed me? Do you also want to get entangled with He Huan?! I don't care about 99%, you shouldn't have interfered with this marriage. Do you know how long I planned it?!"
Myron suddenly laughed, as if mocking his mother, or as if mocking himself: "Is it interesting?"
Charlotte looked at him calmly: "As a son, you can deny the sacrifices your mother made for you, but can you deny Marshal Achiko's teaching and cultivation of you?"
Myron's face turned cold, looking down at the woman who raised him: "You don't have to use him to pressure me, and don't whitewash your ambitions in front of me. I warn you, don't try to put all your bets in one basket, otherwise you will get nothing."
Charlotte's delicate eyebrows were tightly pressed down, and her eyes, which were always as gentle as water, flashed with a sharp light.
Myron stood up and walked out with his hands in his trouser pockets. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and said to Charlotte, "By the way, there is a photo circulating on the Internet now. They all think that the photo is of Fitz and He Huan, and they call that photo the ultimate love of the century."
Charlotte saw the evil smile on his lips and had a bad feeling.
Myron said, "Actually, the person in the photo is me. What would the public think if I announced that the person in the photo was not Fitz, but his brother?"
Charlotte's hands couldn't help shaking: "You..."
"Please tell Dad about this, Mom." Myron whistled like a child who had done something naughty. "I really want to tell him in person, but I'm afraid he'll beat me up. I'll trouble you with this. Bye."
Charlotte clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms.
…
On the way home with Fitz, He Huan and he both tacitly agreed not to say a word.
The warmth we felt during the reunion seemed to have returned within an hour, and an uncomfortable gap appeared.
The speed of the car was very fast, and before He Huan had time to think about it, he stepped on the lawn of Fitz Mansion again. Whether it was the prosperity or the touch of the soles of his feet, it was still the same as before.
Even the metal cage that Fitz had built for him stood quietly at the door to the backyard. Even the dirt pit seemed to be no different from when he left.
For a moment, He Huan even felt that he had never left this place.
The moonlight is as cold as flowing water, and the night wind is as thin and cool as a short blade.
Both of them walked quietly on the grass. Even though they didn't speak, Fitz still held He Huan in his arms as usual to block the intrusion of wind and dew.
He Huan's nostrils were filled with the scent of his pheromones, which instinctively made him feel at ease and satisfied.
He leaned into his arms spontaneously, which was a manifestation of trust.
Fitz's body stiffened the moment he leaned over, but quickly relaxed, allowing him to lean more comfortably.
He quickly walked into the living room. Cheng She inside was still the same as he remembered, even the position of the pillow that He Huan had casually thrown on the sofa before he left had not changed.
Fitz noticed the direction his eyes were resting on and explained, "I was busy at work and didn't go home, so I didn't clean up."
The counter and table are spotless because the servants take good care of them, so how could the pillows be placed randomly
He Huan smiled and didn't point it out, so he asked, "So the bed isn't made either?"
Fitz coughed lightly and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
The tense atmosphere between the two also dissipated with He Huan's joke.
He Huan saw that the sternness in Fitz's eyes gradually dissipated, so he took his hand and leaned on him: "Don't you want to take me upstairs to have a look?"
Fitz finally understood that the saying that has been widely circulated in the interstellar space is no joke: no matter how powerful an alpha is, he will always have no principles in front of his beloved omega.
As long as He Huan plays some tricks, he will quickly become addicted.
The room was tidy, and the bed was made by the servants like a work of art.
But the smell of alpha's pheromones in the air indicated that the master had not been away from home for as long as he said.
He Huan raised the corners of his lips, sat on the bed, and touched the soft quilt with his fingers.
Fitz walked up to him, knelt on one knee beside him, and held him in his arms: "It's time to add some new furniture to the room. What kind do you like?"
He Huan smiled and said, "It's still a long time before he's born, there's no need to be so anxious."
"It's not him, it's you." Fitz placed his right hand on his slender, white neck, and his thumb gently stroked his gland.
The glands of other omegas always retain the bite marks left by the alpha's love, but He Huan's glands are always kept clean and flawless, as if they don't acknowledge his existence.
He had injected pheromones here two hours ago, and the location of the teeth marks was still clear in his memory.
Now, it has fully healed.
He Huan felt a slight tingling sensation, but did not resist Fitz's increasingly strong touch: "Can you..."
Fitz moved his hand to his shoulder: "Can you tell me, is there any way to leave a mark of me on you?"
"What?" He Huan raised his head and bumped into the silver-gray world in his eyes, feeling a little dizzy.
Fitz stood up from him, unbuttoned his shirt, and revealed the faint, almost invisible mark of the albizzia on his shoulder: "You left a mark of me here that belongs to you. In return, I also want to leave a mark of my own on you."
He Huan looked at the man's strong and sexy body. Driven by primitive desire, he couldn't help but hug him: "Didn't you leave it a long time ago?"
"Hmm?" Fitz held his face and frowned, "Don't rub it."
He Huan pulled his hand away and insisted on rubbing his abdominal muscles with the tip of her nose, feeling the tightness and gradual stiffness of his abdomen.
"You're..."
Before Fitz could finish his words, He Huan suddenly pulled his hand and placed it on his abdomen.
Unlike an alpha, an omega's abdomen is soft and even delicate.
"I can't feel it now, but you have definitely left a mark in my body."
He Huan pulled him down and looked him straight in the eyes: "Do you like this mark?"
Those silver-grey eyes suddenly seemed to have a nebula born in the universe, shining brightly, brilliantly and dazzlingly.
He Huan had the illusion of being burned, and in a trance he was swept into the Milky Way, drifting at a loss.
"like… "
He Huan felt Fitz's hands pressing on her tightly and she buried herself deeply in his arms.
The rapid and powerful heartbeat, and the deliberately slow but slightly choked breathing above my head.
"Fitz, we plants grow towards the sun, and you are my sun."
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