Tang Wan uploaded the videos to Weibo and caused a great disturbance on the internet, the netizens having an exciting discussion. Suddenly, Tang Wanâs live broadcasting studio was unblocked! Not only that, but the most amazing thing was that the Imperial Gene Security Department issued an official statement, saying that the pets didnât have a problem and thanked the pet blogger for his cooperation.
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Only then could the netizens respond: washed white! It was washed white in one afternoon, it really was too fast.
Those who had said that Tang Wan was a criminal were repeatedly hit in the face. In an instant, the fans who had always supported Tang Wan stood up, fiercely fighting back. The reasonable people who were in the middle ground also gave their congratulations. Fortunately, it wasnât faked. Otherwise, if it was faked, the scholars who studied paleontology would have cried to death in the bathroom.
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The netizens werenât foolish. Connecting to what others had said about Tang Wan being âreported by many peopleâ, many of them understood that there must have been something fishy going on. They suspected that Tang Wan might have been too popular. Who had he offended?
But what more people cared about was: was the testing site really at the Marshalâs mansion? What was the relationship between this blogger and the Marshal?
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There were a lot of people who cared about this matter. Many netizens thought of themselves the incarnations of
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Some people speculated that the blogger might be the Marshalâs wife, who was also Asian. They produced a picture of his silhouette from the news as evidence.
This statement was quickly rejected by the Di Renjis and Holmesâ and Conanâs students. Their reasoning was: the Marshal was so strong, how could he ever be in a wheelchair?
No way, Zong Heâs image of invincibility was too strong in the heart of the Empireâs people. They couldnât handle the image of their God of War in a wheelchair.
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Besides, when Marshal Zong He returned to β Ursae Minoris, after he stepped off the battleship, many reporters had taken pictures of him, so admitting that the broadcaster was the Marshalâs wife was basically admitting that Zong He was weak enough to need a wheelchair. It was pure nonsense.
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Tang Wan, as usual, pretended to be blind.
Other people could say whatever they wanted to say; he was too lazy to explain, nor did he like to explain to strangers who were interfering too much with his private life. There was only one phrase: You can either believe it or not.
In the evening, he sent away the Imperial Gene Security Departmentâs staff. He looked at Zhu Kun, who was walking out with X-shaped legs. Tang Wan held his chin and wondered, âWhat happened to him? Did his X-shaped legs get worse?â
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Lin Bo also tilted his chin with the same innocent face as Tang Wanâs. âI donât know, young people these days just donât pay much attention to their calcium.â
That night, Zhu Kun was found to have acute uroschesis and couldnât urinate even when he wanted to. Unexpectedly, even after he was cured, he suffered from a subconsciously increased frequency of urination and wanted to urinate whenever he was nervous. This led to Zhu Kun being dismissed from his job. He was unable to find another job no matter how hard he looked, because when he was interviewed, heâd become nervous, and when he was nervous, he will had the urge to wet his pants. No boss wanted such an employee.
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Later, in order to support his family, Zhu Kun went to a desert star to plant trees.
The Old Marquis, who was still catching his breath, immediately received a message from the Young Master Tang, which essentially said: This Duke doesnât need to be bothered with the trouble-provoking waste. Donât let me see him again in the future.
Old Marquis Keppel was really stunned. This deviate son had offended the Grand Marshal of the Empire and Young Master Tang!
The housekeeper stood behind the eldest young master expressionlessly, and exchanged a look with the young master. So far, the second young master not only failed to align himself with the big ship that was the young Duke, his position in the Old Marquisâ heart also fell sharply. The head of the familyâs position could be fixed, but the cost was a little high. In the future, they would have to take pains to repair it.
That night, the Old Marquis and his wife went to the Marshalâs place to offer a humble apology and take the punishment.
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When Tang Wan got the news, he had already laid down and was tired. He had made so many dishes at noon, and had to undergo the check and record in the afternoon. He didnât want to move anymore, and Zong He saw that he was tired. âYou donât need to get up if youâre tired, Lin Bo can handle it.â
Tang Wan sat up lazily. âThey have the position of Marquis, which isnât low.â
Zong He disapproved. âWhat of it? I also inherited my fatherâs title. I am older than him, and you are my partner. So that means they can see you whenever they want? Even when the prince sees you, he still needs to call you âUncleâ.â
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Tang Wan pondered over it, then immediately lay back down again without hesitation.
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Zong He reached out and patted him on the head with a paw, satisfied. âSleep when youâre tired.â
There was no impenetrable wall in the world. β Ursae Minorisâs circle of nobility was so large and their interpersonal relationships were complex. Soon, the nobles knew that the favorite host Tang Wan was the newlywed partner that Marshal Zong He protected.
The nobles who had wanted to investigate Tang Wanâs identity before but failed were suddenly enlightened. No wonder they couldnât find it, the Marshal guarded him too closely.
However, for those who knew them, they also knew what they should and shouldnât say. Zong He hadnât acknowledged Tang Wan as his partner to the world, so they couldnât announce it in advance.
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Normally, Zong He would have really wanted to make a statement to everyone, but Tang Wan wouldnât let him. His reason was: it was too aggressive, you have to leave a way for others to live. It wouldnât be good that way.
Actually Tang Wan had put more thought into it; he was worried that he would subject Zong He to verbal abuse. With his work as a popular internet host, the lines between right and wrong were muddled, and sometimes it wasnât clear. Zong He was a hero to the people of the Empire. Now that Tang Wan was his partner, he must maintain the image of a hero. They could blacken him, but they couldnât blacken Zong He. He wouldnât allow it!
Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.
Duke Tang was a leading noble of the Empire. Dukes of the Tang family had been marrying into the Royal Family for generations and had a prominent reputation. The whole family was dressed in subtle luxury, their identity as great nobles easily discerned at a glance.
In such a big home, the air seemed to be stale, still and dreadful. Tang Tingye sat alone on the windowsill, facing the window. He pulled up his sleeves, showing his beautiful wrists with a brush in his hand and an easel in front of him. In that moment, he was painstakingly painting a portrait. As the night went on, the portrait was gradually taking shape. Surprisingly, it was taking on Tang Wanâs appearance.
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A calm young man, carrying a cup of hot tea, approached him and said respectfully, âYoung Master, itâs late. You still have to attend school tomorrow.â
The Young Master was still painting the eyebrows, his expression cold. He had cast aside his elegant demeanor, his dark eyes as deep as the sea, like a whirlpool of hidden danger.
The young man looked at the figure in the painting and reminded him, âYoung Master, you must restrain yourself.â
âOf course I know what I have to do. I canât see him right now, itâs not time yet.â The young Duke looked down, his eyes swirling with dark and complex emotions. His hands fell gently again and stroke by stroke, the person in the painting became clearer. âBut he was the mysterious broadcaster. Have I troubled him?â
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The man behind him remained silent, quietly listening.
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The young Duke smiled. He set down his brush and looked at the man in the painting. He said softly, âIâve always been interested in the Marshalâs wife. There is an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Looking at the silhouette on the news, I knew that it was him. But he didnât recognize me, he must be angry at me.â
At this time, there was a series of footsteps coming from the stairs. A twenty-or-so-year-old handsome and elegant young man dressed in delicate white clothing was coming down the stairs; standing for a moment, he could see the painting at a glance. His original quiet expression changed.
The young Duke looked up and smiled. âOlder Brother is still awake?â
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Tang Yu and looked sternly at the young Duke. âTingye, who did you paint?â
The young Dukeâs lips curved up. âWho I painted, you donât know?â
Tang Yuâs eyes flashed with a trace of annoyance. He went downstairs to the young Duke and reminded him in a cold voice, âWhat you are doing now is enough to implicate the whole family. Donât touch that bottom line, we canât afford the consequences.â
The young Duke smiled, his eyes fixed on his brotherâs. His eyes shone and gained a gentle and elegant appearance. âOlder Brother, you just have to be a good wife to the Crown Prince. Regarding family matters, I have let them go, you can rest assured.â
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Tang Yu had never seen this expression of Tang Tingyeâs before. He was frightened by the shadows in his eyes. He stood in the same place in a daze, as if his feet had been rooted in place. He couldnât move at all.
When he first saw him, Tang Tingye was a clever child, docile, filial, and clever. He had grown up in these past years and grew up graceful and quiet, becoming the perfect heir to the Duke. His eyes remained gentle. He had always treated his family with kindness and courtesy. Tang Yu never thought that Tang Tinye could have such an expression. Looking at him again, he was still an elegant and gentle teenager smiling back at him, as if everything had just been an illusion.
Then he thought of the thinly-veiled taunting in his words. Tang Yuâs expression turned cold. He was sure that he had seen correctly, Tang Tingye did not like him.
Tang Tingye carefully put the portrait away and told Tang Yu, âItâs late, and Older Brother should also sleep earlier. Father and Mother havenât been home these last two days, you shouldnât relax your studies either.â
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âTingye!â Tang Yu took a deep breath, and his voice could barely hide his sadness, âFor so many years, I have always regarded you as my brother. In your heart, you donât even have a littleâŚâŚâ
The young Duke looked back and gently smiled. âI know. Older Brother, go to bed early.â
Tang Yu body froze. He squeezed his fist tightly and couldnât say a word. He understood. In Tang Tingyeâs heart, his brother was that person. This half-brother of his was always the enemy of his own brotherâs perfect life. However, he couldnât say these words, because the whole family had been deceived by Tang Tingyeâs acting skills. Even his own mother felt that Tang Tingye did better than him. He was just the wife of the Crown Prince who wanted to stand on his own feet, but in the future, he had to rely on his younger brother.
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After Tang Tingye went up several steps, he suddenly stopped and placed his index finger against his lips with a smile. He said softly, âDonât say it, otherwiseâŚâŚhaha.â
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Tang Yu nodded, his face pale, and he nodded minutely.
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After the âFalse Meng Petâ storm, Tang Wan didnât broadcast for a week, nor did he publish anything on Weibo until the starving fans panicked, fearing that Tang Wan would no longer be broadcasting under the stimulation he had faced. Everyday, they were choking up blood on Weibo begging for Tang Wan to appear. Only a week later, Tang Wan languidly popped up on Weibo: Going live at 3pm~
Fans finally saw the light of dawn, weeping and holding on to Tang Wan: You returned, we thought you were going to retire!What is the relationship between you and the Marshal? Just what is the relationship aaaahhhhhhh!!Hundreds of millions of letters written in blood, begging for a live broadcast!The observation report hadnât been written in several days, please let the pets out!I am studying the living habits of ancient Earthâs creatures. Up till now, the information hasnât been filled in completely. Please broadcast live!Live broadcast, must live broadcast! Iâve been thinking about Jin Xiao Pang so much that I canât sleep!What is your relationship with the Marshal? I really want to know!Is the Marshal in good health? When will he formally return to the Military Department?Upstairs, donât ask. Heâs already offline.The fans: ââŚâŚâ
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Tang Wan took a nap at noon, and it wasnât until it was nearly 3 oâclock that he finally slowly got up. After a brief brushing, he hugged Jin Xiao Pang and opened the live broadcast. He lazily greeted everyone, âHi~ good afternoon everyone~â
Comments rolled by so quickly that people couldnât tell what the audience was saying. They had many, many questions to ask! What is your relationship with the Marshal aaaahhhhh!!! Was the checking site really at the Marshalâs mansion???