CH 42

“Is it Duchess Mianmian?” asked the viscount.

“It doesn’t seem to be, viscount.” A passerby standing beside him shook his head, “The Duchess mentioned in their chat is Marquis Raphael.”

The passer-by who spoke up picked up two glasses of red wine from the hands of the passing waiter robot and handed a glass to the Viscount.

There was a hint of confusion on the face of the passers-by: “There is only one Duke in our empire—His Royal Highness Duke Chris, his spouse should be…”

The Viscount took the red wine handed by passers-by and was stunned.

With a mess in his head, he replied dumbly: “Yes, then… the spouse of His Royal Highness, shouldn’t it be Mianmian?”

——Where did this Marquis Raphael come from?

—Why is he called the Duchess?

——What about their peerless cute little cub Mianmian?

The Viscount was puzzled three times.

“I’m also confused about this issue.” The passerby said softly: “Shouldn’t it be Mianmian? But everyone calls Marquis Raphael the Duchess.”

The two looked at each other, both puzzled.

After a long while, the Viscount’s finished wracking his brain “…My God, could it really be a stand-in?!”

What is this, the official teardown of his cp? !

———-

On the other side—

After Sivir and Tu Mianmian arrived, they were surrounded by layers of enthusiastic nobles.

“Congratulations to Marquis Raphael.” A noble took the initiative to speak up.

The nobles had their own news channels and had found out early about the noble honor inherited by Tu Mianmian.

They were well-informed and already knew that Tu Mianmian’s identity information had been changed due to the return of an ancient historical noble bloodline resulting from the atavistic phenomenon.

After Tu Mianmian gained status in the aristocracy, social etiquette dictated that the nobles could no longer call his name, ‘Mianmian’, in person.

Everyone had seen the appearance of Tu Mianmian in human form, and had also seen the appearance of Tu Mianmian when he was a lop-eared rabbit.

The only thing they hadn’t seen was the bunny-eared boy, which combines the two.

As soon as they saw it, they were amazed, and were a hundred times happier than discovering a new world.

“When I thought His Royal Highness the Marquis was cute enough, I didn’t expect His Royal Highness to have an even more lovely side.” They were blowing rainbow farts towards Mianmian. (T/N: ‘rainbow farts’ is used to describe praise and overblown compliments)

The noble who congratulated Mianmian was also a Marquis that had a military rank.

She attended the military meeting this morning.

She thought that Tu Mianmian, who looked like a lop-eared rabbit at the meeting, was already the cutest in the world, but she didn’t expect…

The eyes of the Marquis fell on the pair of rabbit ears hanging down on the sides of the Tu Mianmian head.

She couldn’t hold back the aunt’s smile on her face, with a happy expression, and eyes shining with sparkling light, you could see she was very excited.

The other people around also echoed similar words, and all their reserved manners were forgotten, as they all bowed down to the fluffy rabbit ears:

“That’s right, His Royal Highness the Marquis is so cute.”

“Super super cute wow! I think… oh no, I’m sorry, Your Royal Highness, you heard me wrong. I didn’t say anything.”

“His Royal Highness the Duke is cold and cool, His Royal Highness the Marquis is soft and cute, my God, this is too worthy of a combination.”

“Oooo, I didn’t go to the military meeting this morning. It turns out that the fluffy animal was Mianmian. My mother, this candy is delicious!”

“Woooooooo, I’m so excited that I can’t speak clearly.”

While chatting about and praising him, everyone stared at Tu Mianmian and his bunny ears.

However, Tu Mianmian’s rabbit tail was hidden in his trousers, and only the Duke could look at it.

“Thank you for your love.” Sivir greeted them on Mianmian’s behalf.

The Duke stood beside his little husband, half-embracing him in a protective posture, and placed his hands on Tu Mianmian’s waist.

Bathed in the green eyes of wolves and tigers, Tu Mianmian had already frozen into a sculpture.

He subconsciously shook his rabbit’s ears just moments ago, which aroused the amazement of the large circle of people around him, and it scared Tu Mianmian so much that he didn’t even dare to move his rabbit’s ears anymore.

These people were so enthusiastic!

Enough to almost set him on fire!

The little Marquis Tu Mianmian was frightened.

The big nobles had their own circle which they communicated with, and now almost all of them gathered around the Duchess.

The elites of the Chaoyang Empire were basically all here.

Someone smiled and said: “His Royal Highness Marquis Raphael inheriting the honor of an ancient noble is a happy event. I don’t know when we can hold a banquet to celebrate?”

The smile on this man’s face became even stronger: “It is also convenient for us to visit and congratulate.”

That way, it would be convenient for them to come and suck the Duchess! ! !

Everyone was instantly attracted by this good idea, and they all made suggestions.

Seeing their true purpose, Sivir began to practice Tai Chi in circles.

After diverting the topic away from him, Tu Mianmian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He no longer needed to be surrounded by wolves, and could now relax and socialize.

Here, the Duchess who was the focal point pushed through!

He was very lively and pushed on to talk and chat with those around him.

And the Viscount, who was far away from the crowd, was very depressed.

The circle of people around the Duchess was too huge.

The powerful were basically all in the front row, such as the Marquis and his family, occupying the position where it was easiest to chat with Sivir and Tu Mianmian.

For those with a slightly lower title, such as an Earl, they could only stay on the sidelines in the back row of the crowd, and even if they wanted to come forward to chat or give a toast, they couldn’t squeeze in.

The latecomers, such as the Viscount and Barons, fell at the very end of the crowd and could not see anything.

The Viscount could only hope to get to the front row to have a close encounter with the Duchess, so that he could see how holy the Marquis Raphael truly was.

But he couldn’t get in at all.

Everyone wanted to climb up and have a few words, but no one would let anyone else around them.

Some people saw the Viscount was squeezing hard, so they joined forces to squeeze him out.

The Viscount fell speechless, “…”

What are you doing! I’m already a fallen person from the end of the world! (T/N: He’s talking about his position in the crowd)

The Viscount had to regretfully withdraw from the battlefield.

He ran to the corner and turned on his light brain.

The royal honoring banquet refused all forms of media interviews and live broadcasts, and also prohibited the circulation of photos and videos.

So before the Viscount came to the palace, he made a post on the Star Network in the form of text to vent his excitement about seeing all kinds of big people.

Now that he had opened the post, he could see a huge amount of replies.

[Quick, quick, will the landlord broadcast live, what is the situation at the venue now?]

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[Woooooo, very few nobles are willing to live broadcast! I’m not very demanding, just describe everything in text, and I will love you!]

[Too hateful, one of my little sisters went to the award banquet, but she refuses to talk to me. She said she was going to suck Mianmian first! It’s such a shame, I’m not there either.]

[My sister too! Now no news has gotten back to me. Alas, it’s really a plastic sisterhood.]

[What? Is Mianmian really at the banquet? Real or fake? I’m afraid of being deceived. This morning, they said that Mianmian would attend the meeting, but I didn’t see Mianmian, so my feelings were deceived.]

[I heard that the Duchess is at the banquet!]

[I want to see Mianmian, I want to see Mianmian, I want to see Mianmian! Important things are said three times.]

Seeing the various replies in the post, the Viscount scratched his head, typed on his light brain, and kept updating his news:

[The Duchess is indeed present. But it doesn’t seem to be who we think it is. I’ve heard people say that Duchess Chris is also a nobleman called “Marquis Raphael”. A Marquis!]

The Viscount asked for help in the post: [What do you think is going on? Why is the Duchess not Mianmian? Is there anyone who can tell me the truth?]

[Gah? Did you hear wrong? My lovely Mianmian is obviously the Duchess.]

[Yes, you are mistaken, isn’t the equation of Mianmian = Duchess already established?]

[Which Marquis is the Marquis of Raphael? I remember that our Chaoyang Empire does not have this Lord, is it a new noble?]

[What happened? I have been calling for the Duchess for so many days, but in the end the Duchess is a Marquis? Who is this? I remember that Mianmian is a commoner, not a noble. When Mianmian first came to Central Star, he received humanitarian aid.]

[Did His Royal Highness Sivir cheat?]

[Landlord, please inquire more and look more, in case you’ve made a mistake. The misplaced and stand-in memes we said before are all jokes, don’t take it seriously!]

The StarNet users in the post didn’t quite believe the Viscount’s words, and some even thought that the Viscount was spreading false rumors and threatened to report him.

The Viscount himself couldn’t believe it.

After all, with the Duke’s character, there was no possibility of such a thing as having a new love and forgetting about old love.

But, the doubts in his mind were growing.

At that time, everyone received the notification that the award banquet was about to start, the nobles that were socializing before the banquet headed to the banquet hall one after another.

The crowd originally surrounding the Duchess dispersed, and the Viscount’s eyes lit up as he seized the opportunity to rush forward like crazy.

The Duchess walking in front of him was about the same height as the people around him, and the Viscount bypassed the pedestrians around and continued to rush forward.

He turned his head, his eyes swept across Duke Sivir, and then he looked at Marquis Raphael oo, oo, ooo…

Viscount: “???”

The Viscount blurted out: “Mianmian?!”

Mianmian with fluffy bunny ears?!

The Viscount nearly got a nosebleed.

The strange behavior of the Viscount was due to the fact that two waiter robots had stepped forward to stand up to him, fearing that he would do something drastic to the Duchess.

“You are so rude.” The waiter robot holding him looked serious, “You should call him His Royal Highness, Marquis Raphael!”

How can you call him by name!

“?” Tu Mianmian, whose name was called, looked sideways.

He happened to see the Viscount who was breathing heavily and covering his heart.

“What’s wrong?” Tu Mianmian asked wonderingly.

Sivir glanced over and saw that the Viscount’s eyes were about to stick to Tu Mianmian.

The Duke was expressionless, “Maybe it’s your fan.”

He then pulled Tu Mianmian and continued to walk forward, undisturbed by this episode.

The Viscount, who was held by the waiter robots, watched Sivir and Tu Mianmian go away.

He then fell down softly, relying on the strength of the two robots to support himself from slipping to the ground while moaning: “My God… the Marquis… It turned out to be a fluffy vest…” (T/N: here ‘vest’ means another identity worn by someone)

The two waiter robots: “…”

The Viscount stretched out his hand tremblingly and pinched his own flesh: “The little Marquis is so, so cute.”

An exquisite and beautiful rabbit-eared boy, ahhh!

The Viscount, whose soul seemed to have flown away, was forcibly dragged to his position in the banquet hall by the waiter robots.

The Viscount was finally able to recover his strength, sat down well, and raised his hand to open his light brain.

“Your Excellency.” The waiter robot held his hand, and its expression became more serious: “The award banquet is about to start, please pay attention and don’t do other things.”

Hearing those words, the Viscount looked up and found that His Majesty the Emperor had already appeared.

He quickly put away his light brain, and did not dare to divert his attention again.

The two waiter robots remained by his side, probably watching him, preventing him from doing anything rash.

After the awarding banquet started, things continued to ferment in the posts that relevant insiders had no time to care about.

[Why did the landlord not come back? Didn’t you say you were going to inquire?]

[I have a friend who also said they would ask about it, but he lost contact. I really don’t understand.]

[Haha, maybe the landlord found out that he made a mistake and was embarrassed to show up again? Mianmian is the Duchess. Who is this Marquis of Raphael? Maybe Mianmian has become a nobleman?]

[Impossible! This is simply not possible!] Suddenly someone cut into the screen in the post.

The unknown person replied aggressively in the post: [I was helping with the preparations outside the banquet and took a look from a distance. Marquis Raphael and Mianmian are definitely two different people!]

[Mianmian is shorter than His Royal Highness the Duke! But at the banquet, the height of the Duchess is as high as that of His Royal Highness, I saw it!]

This unknown person was decisive: [This person absolutely cannot be Mianmian!]

[…………]

A group of users in the post choked immediately, and were silenced by this well-founded, fact-based remark.

After a long silence.

Only then did someone scolded intolerably: [F*ck! You are a f*cking senior black!]  (T/N: a ‘black’ is an anti, who aren’t fans)