I Am the Cutest in the Universe - Chapter 42

    “Is it Duchess Mianmian?” asked the viscount.

    “It doesn’t seem to be. Your Honorable Viscount.” A passerby standing beside 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 trace of confusion on the faces of passers-by: “There is only one Duke in our empire – His Royal Highness Duke Chris, his wife should not…”

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

    —Where did this Marquis of Raphael come from?

    —Why is he called the Duchess?

    —What about their peerless cute little cubs?

    The Viscount was puzzled.

    The two looked at each other, confused.

    After a while, the Viscount’s brainstorming ended, “…My God, isn’t it really a wrong payment?!”

    What is this, the official demolished his cp? !

    The other side.

    Sivir and Tu Mianmian were surrounded by enthusiastic nobles.

    “Congratulations to Marquis Raphael.” A marquise took the initiative to speak up. The noble honor inherited by Hershey Tu.

    The great nobles have their own news channels. They are well informed and already know that Tu Mianmian’s identity information has been changed due to the return of the ancient historical noble blood.

    After Tu Mianmian was promoted to the aristocracy, social etiquette dictated that the Marquis could no longer call her name “Mianmian” in person.

    Everyone has seen the appearance of Tu Mianmian in human form, and also seen the appearance of Tu Mianmian lop-eared rabbit. The only thing I haven’t seen is the bunny-eared boy who combines the two.

    “When I thought His Royal Highness the Marquis was cute enough, I didn’t expect His Royal Highness to have a more lovely side.” The Marquis blows rainbow farts wildly.

    The Marquise’s eyes fell on! On the pair of rabbit ears hanging down on the side of the head.

    She couldn’t hold back the aunt’s smile on her face, with a happy expression, her eyes shone brightly, and she was already very excited.

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

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

    “Super super cute wow! I think… oh no, I’m sorry, Your Royal Highness, you got it wrong. I don’t want 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.”

    “Wow, I didn’t go to the military meeting this morning. It turns out that the plush is cotton. My mother duck, this candy is delicious!”

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

     While chatting or praising, everyone stared at Tu Mianmian and his rabbit ears.

    Tu Mianmian’s rabbit tail is hidden in the pants, only the Duke can watch.

    “Thank you for your love.” Sivir greeted.

    The Duke stood beside the little girl, half hugged the little girl in a protective posture, and put her hands on Tu Mianmian’s waist.

    Bathed in the green eyes like a wolf like a tiger, Tu Mianmian has long since froze into a sculpture.

    He just subconsciously shook the rabbit’s ears, which aroused a large circle of people’s amazement, so frightened that the rabbit’s ears didn’t even dare to move.

    These people are too enthusiastic!

    It’s burning him!

    Little Marquis Tu Mianmian was frightened.

    The great nobles have their own social circles, and now almost all of them gather around the duchess. The elites of Chaoyang Empire are basically here.

    Someone smiled and said: “It is a happy event for His Royal Highness Marquis Raphael to inherit the glory of the ancient nobles. I don’t know when we can hold a banquet to celebrate?”

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

    It’s more convenient for them to come and **** 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 being distracted by the topic, Tu Mianmian breathed a sigh of relief.

    No need to be surrounded by wolves, he can also relax and socialize.

    Here, the Duchess who is the focus! It was very lively to push the cups and change the gongs and chips.

    The Viscount, who is far away from the crowd, is very depressed.

    The circle of people around the Duchess was huge.

    The powerful and powerful are basically in the front row, such as the marquis and his family, occupying the position where it is easiest to chat with Sivir and Tu.

    And those with a slightly lower title, such as earls, can only stay on the sidelines in the back row of the crowd. If they want to come forward to chat or toast, they can’t squeeze in.

    The last ones, such as the Viscount Baron, fell at the very end of the crowd and could not see anything.

    The Viscount only hopes to get to the front row to have a close encounter with the Duchess, so that he can see how holy the Marquis of Raphael is.

    But I can’t squeeze in at all.

    Viscount: “…”

    What are you doing?

    The Viscount had no choice but to withdraw from the battlefield. He ran to the corner and turned on the light brain.

    The Royal Family Awards Banquet refuses all forms of media interviews and live broadcasts, and also prohibits the distribution of photos and videos.

    Before the Viscount came to the palace, he made a text post on the Star Network to vent his excitement about seeing various big men.

    Now I open the post and see that the number of replies is already huge.

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

    [Wu wu wu, how few nobles are willing to live broadcast! I’m not very demanding, just describe the live broadcast in text, and I can too! ]

    [Too hateful, one of my little sisters went to the award banquet, but she refused to talk to me. Said to go to **** Mianmian first! It’s a shame, I don’t even know where I am.]

    [My sister too! Now the news is not back to me, alas, it’s really a plastic sisterhood]

    [Huh? Is Mianmian really at the banquet? real or fake? I was afraid of being deceived. This morning, I said that Mianmian would attend the meeting, but I didn’t see Mianmian again, so I was deceiving my feelings]

    [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. ]

    Viscount saw the various replies in the post, scratched his head, typed on his light brain, and continued to update:

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

    Viscount asked for help in the post: [What’s going on? Why is the Duchess not Mianmian? Is there anyone to tell me the truth. 】

    [Gah? Did you hear me wrong, my lovely Mianmian is obviously the Duchess. ]

    [Yes, you made a mistake, hasn’t the equation of Mianmian = Duchess always been established? ]

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

    [What’s the matter? I have been calling 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. Mianmian first came to Central Star and received humanitarian aid. ]

    [Did His Royal Highness cheat or Sivir cheated? ]

    [Landlord, please inquire more and see more, if you have made a mistake. The mispayments and stand-in memes we said before are all joking, don’t let us take it seriously]

    The users of Xingwang in the post did not quite believe it, and some even thought that the Viscount was spreading rumors and threatened to report him.

    The Viscount himself couldn’t believe it. After all, with the character of the Duke, there is no such thing as new love and old love.

    The doubts in his heart are getting bigger and bigger. Just in time to receive the notification that the award banquet was about to start, the social networking before the banquet was announced, and the nobles went to the banquet hall one after another.

    The crowd originally surrounded by the Duchess dispersed, the Viscount’s eyes lit up, and he seized the opportunity and rushed forward like crazy.

    The Duchess walking side by side in front of her was about the same height, and the Viscount bypassed the pedestrians and rushed forward.

    He turned his head, his eyes flicked over Sivir, and then he looked at Raphael Hou, Hou, Hou…

    Viscount: “???”

    The Viscount blurted out: “Mianmian?!”

    Mongmian with fluffy bunny ears? !

    The Viscount almost got a nosebleed.

    The Viscount’s strange behavior was due to the fact that two waiter robots had come forward vigilantly to support him, for fear that he would do something drastic to the Duchess.

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

    How can I call my name directly!

    “?” and Tu Mianmian, whose name was called, looked sideways. I happened to see the Viscount who was breathing heavily and covering his heart.

    “What’s the matter?” Tu was puzzled.

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

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

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

    The Viscount who was held up by the waiter robot watched Sivir and Tumian go away.

    He fell softly, relying on the strength of the two robots to support himself from slipping to the ground. Moaning: “My God… Marquis… It turned out to be Mian Mian’s vest…”

    Two waiter robots: “…”

    The Viscount stretched out his hand tremblingly and pinched his people: “Little Marquis is so, so cute.”

    Exquisite and beautiful rabbit-eared boy, he can!

    The Viscount, who seemed to be flying away, was forcibly dragged to his position in the banquet hall by the waiter robot.

    The Viscount finally calmed down, sat well, and raised his hand to open his brain.

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

    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 desert again.

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

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

    [Why didn’t the landlord come back? Didn’t you say go to inquire? ]

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

    [Haha, maybe the landlord found out that he made a mistake, and is embarrassed to appear again? Mianmian is the Duchess, what is the Marquis of Raphael, maybe Mianmian has become a nobleman. ]

    [Impossible! This is simply not possible! ] Suddenly someone swiped 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 people! ]

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

    This person is decisive: [This person absolutely cannot be Mianmian! ]

    […]

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

    After a while of silence.

    Someone scolded intolerably: [Fuck! You are a **** senior black! ]