Yes, Lady Funina!

Fu Ningna could come up with dozens of headlines like this herself, but as a journalist who makes a living by writing, he would obviously be more professional than Fu Ningna.

They might just pick a title, but the content is nothing more than trivial matters, which allows them to capitalize on trending topics while avoiding potential legal liabilities.

"Richard, what should we do now? Say something!" Funina slumped on the table, her voice sounding listless.

"Lady Furina, it's just a ring. We didn't give it any meaning. Even if it did, it was purely out of friendship."

"Tell those busybodies what you're saying and see if they believe you," Funina retorted.

Is it still just a matter of a few bowls of noodles now?

Nobody cares how many bowls of noodles you ate!

“What do you think about issuing an official statement?” Funina suggested.

"Do you usually read official statements?" Richard asked in return.

Fu Ningna was speechless. Who would bother looking at a piece of scrap paper for no reason?

"Then what do you suggest?" Funina completely gave up thinking.

“In my opinion, instead of trying to clarify something that can’t be clarified, we should shift everyone’s attention to something else,” Richard said.

"Could there be anything bigger than me becoming Mrs. Funina?" Funina's almond-shaped eyes revealed her weariness.

"Actually, according to the normal way of addressing people, you should be called 'Mrs. Richard'." Clarinde had really brushed up on her knowledge of Fontainebleau's marriage yesterday.

"Shut up, Clarinde, I haven't even held a grudge against you for what happened this morning!" Furina said irritably.

This morning, while on her way to work, Claudia was surrounded by a group of reporters in front of the Momon Palace.

This secretary, who had never made any public statements and had no experience in being interviewed, was easily manipulated by those seasoned reporters.

"Ms. Clorinde, as Lady Frinna's chief private secretary, are you aware that she has gotten married?"

"No." Clarinde's pretty face was tense, and it was clear that this duel agent was very nervous at the moment.

After all, no one would feel comfortable being surrounded by such a group of reporters, let alone Clorind, who had never had any such experience before.

"Does 'not knowing' mean you didn't know Lady Funina was married? Does that mean Lady Funina does indeed have a marriage partner?"

"No, Lady Funina is not married," Clarind quickly corrected.

"Then how do you explain the ring on her hand?" another reporter asked.

“That’s a symbol of friendship,” Claurind said.

"Friendship? That means this ring wasn't bought by Lady Funina herself, but was a gift from someone else, right?"

"Yes……"

Was it a gift from someone of the opposite sex?

"No comment."

"It seems so... Does he meet with Lady Funina often?"

"No comment."

"We see each other often... Is he also an official of the city hall?"

“No…” Clorind realized she couldn’t continue like this; if she kept talking like this, she’d be practically asking for someone’s ID.

"I have something to do, please make way!"

Clarinde's face turned cold, and the aura of the strongest dueling agent was revealed, instantly intimidating the many reporters present.

It was only then that everyone realized that Miss Clorind looked so familiar, and was definitely not just Funina's private secretary.

"She's Crolinder, the strongest dueling agent who's been missing for so long!" A reporter recognized Crolinder.

"Good heavens, I thought it was just a coincidence of names, but how did Miss Clorinde become Lady Frinna's secretary?"

"Who knows? Maybe they feel that the position of duel proxy has become too unchallenging?"

"Why are you bothering with this? Since she's the strongest duel agent, Clarind, wouldn't her words just now be more credible?"

"So Lady Furina really did accept a ring from a man, and she even wore it on the ring finger of her left hand!"

"This man works for the city hall! It's highly unlikely he's Lord Vilette!"

"Holy crap, are you all talking about this? Am I the only one who's a little envious of that guy?"

"Damn it, stop talking about it. It makes me sick just thinking about it. That guy really deserves to die..."

Having successfully broken through the encirclement, Claude heard the discussion among the reporters behind her and quickened her pace...

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PS2: A firsthand account (not included in paid word count) titled "Genshin Impact: The Fontaine Chancellor, Driven Mad by Players"

Synopsis: Transmigrating into Genshin Impact and becoming the advisor to the Fontaine water goddess Funina, Themis finds it all very strange.

After working diligently for five hundred years, the golden finger has finally arrived, but it's just a forum.

While others are transported to a different world depicted in a game, she was transported directly to a satellite character within the game.

Seeing the crazy quotes from players in the real world, Themis worries about her innocence all day long.

Before 4.2: Brothers, Themis is the true goddess of water!

After 4.2: Waaaaah! Fufu, you truly deserve the name of the Water Goddess!

And you, Themis, are a god in the hearts of all of us players!

Link to "Genshin Impact: The Fontaine Chancellor Driven Mad by Players"

Volume 1: Chapter 69 Funina Wants to Resign (4K)

Clarinde was about to reach out to stop Frynn from revealing the matter, but it was too late; Richard had already learned of her glorious deeds that morning.

"I didn't expect you to have such a trick up your sleeve, Miss Clarinde, the gossip queen." Richard looked at Clarinde with an unfriendly expression. He thought the enemy was outside the Mo Mang Palace, but it turns out they were right next to him.

Judging from your expression, you're already eager to kill me and take my place!

"I didn't, I didn't, it was those reporters..." Clarinde opened her mouth to defend herself. It wasn't that she wanted to be the mole, but those reporters were just too cunning.

“Malicious speculation?” Richard offered Claurind a word.

“Malicious speculation!” Claude nodded in affirmation.

"So that's your reason for helping them define the scope? You're practically asking for my citizen ID, Clarin." Richard tapped the wooden tabletop with his finger, making a 'thump' sound.

"How could that be? I don't even know your citizen ID number!" Claude felt this was a huge injustice.

"Luckily you don't know!" Li realized that this woman was really too naive, completely inconsistent with her appearance!

Claude clearly knew that what she had done was not very ethical, so she obediently stood up and went to the side to refill the tea for the two parties involved.

"So what should we do now?" Seeing Richard's troubled expression, Funina felt much better.

Sometimes it's like that: when you're in a bad mood, seeing that others are also in a bad mood can inexplicably improve your own mood.

Furness calls this 'sadness transference'.

Furthermore, Fulina was also dissatisfied with Richard's reaction, thinking, "Is it so unfair to you to have a scandal with me?"

She's G, a superstar in Fontaine! Her admirers, if they held hands, could circle the entire continent of Teyvat.

If Richard is still not satisfied with her as Mrs. Richard, then he would be too greedy!

"Lady Funina, why do you seem to be enjoying this?" Richard frowned, noticing that Funina didn't seem as flustered as before, and even appeared calm, as if she were saying 'let them say what they want'?

This is quite different from how you acted yesterday!

Richard recalled how Fulina had blushed and stammered yesterday, hiding her left hand from him while lying on the table. Today, although she wasn't exactly energetic, she wasn't as flustered as she was yesterday. On the contrary, she seemed to be enjoying Richard's misfortune.

The contrast between your past and present is just too great, isn't it?

"Me? No, I just think that since it's just a rumor, the truth will come out sooner or later. Until then, we just need to do our own thing." Funina had truly come to a complete understanding.

Regardless of what the public says, she feels that her position will not be affected in any way. Just because she has a rumored boyfriend doesn't mean she can be dethroned as the Water Goddess, right?

Furthermore, as Richard was the rumored boyfriend, Funina didn't dislike him that much. It was definitely not okay for their on-screen romance to become real, but if it was just talk, Funina didn't think it was a big deal...

In contrast, Richard was under even greater pressure. He was not the water god of Fontaine, but merely a civil servant of the Mo Mang Palace. No matter how illustrious his previous work experience was, it could not only fail to help him in the current situation, but might even have the opposite effect.

"A High-Ranking Civil Servant in Fontaine Once Served the Fools!", "How a High-Ranking Official from Inazuma Transformed and Became the Secretary-General of the Water God in Fontaine!", "The Dragon Disaster in Mondstadt Provides Strong Support, Revealing the Childhood of the Executive Secretary-General of Fontaine"...

Richard felt that no matter which news headline was published, it would become the front page of Fontaine for a while.

Under the pressure of public opinion, he'll be in deep trouble—even if he's not in a good position, he'll be in trouble. Forget about advancing his career; just keeping his current position will be a miracle.

Those fervent fans of Frynn, the reporters, Richard's political rivals, and those watching his position—all of these people would list out his past experiences, and no matter how well Richard kept it secret or how cleanly he handled things, it would be useless.

After all, as long as a person lives in this world, they will eventually leave some traces. No one has a completely clean past, unless they are a newborn baby.

Even if we can't find it, can't we just make one up?

Fans who are caught up in the hype don't care whether it's true or not; they treat it all as real and launch a fierce attack on him.

They belong to the suicide squad.

At that point, Richard had no choice but to either give up his official position or make the charade real.

He'll then say to those fans, "You wouldn't want your idol's husband to be an unemployed bum, would you?"

Ha, although it may not change anything in the end, this feeling of discomfort is enough to give those rabble a hard time.

After I lost my job, your idol, Funina, still had to spend money to support me. Aren't you angry?

However, the situation is clearly not that bad yet. Richard looked at Funina, who was planning to watch the show, and had already made up his mind. He smiled and said, "Lady Funina, what do you think gods should be like in the eyes of the world?"

"Proud, dazzling, individualistic, and...powerful?" Furina asked again. "Why are you asking that?"

"Do you think a proud, dazzling, and powerful god would marry an ordinary clerk?" Richard coaxed.

"What's so special about you?" Fulina had witnessed someone's ability to make a dragon grovel on the ground with just a few words.

“But in their eyes, I’m just an ordinary clerk, maybe a bit more experienced.” Richard took a sip of tea and continued, “The gods won’t favor a mediocre civil servant, Funina. Do you know what kind of person would do that?”

"Which one?" Funina had a bad feeling.

Richard stared directly into Funina's heterochromatic eyes and said in a meaningful tone, "An ordinary, naive, pretentious ordinary human girl."

Fulina felt that her throat wasn't very moist, and she was a little unsure whether Richard was talking about the current matter or something else.

But without a doubt, she cannot gamble, not even if there is the slightest possibility.

She couldn't be sure if she really stood by and watched, or if things would eventually escalate into public questioning of her identity as the water goddess.

God loves the world, but should not fall in love with any one person. This is a common perception, but the reverse is that if someone falls in love with another person, they are no longer God.

If Funina really is the water goddess, then she naturally doesn't care, but the question is... is she?

Just as the atmosphere froze, Claudia felt she should say something.

The voluptuous older woman sat between the two and said in a slightly probing tone, "Actually, civil servants are quite popular in Fontainebleau's matchmaking corner."

Richard and Furness both turned their attention to Clorinde, but Clorinde was using herself as an example.

"In fact, ever since I stepped down from the court and became Lady Funina's secretary, those matchmakers have been trying to set me up with someone, and no matter how I refused, it was no use."

So you went?

"No, I have no plans to get married at the moment."

“Okay, listen to Clorind, if you keep talking, you’ll be planning to look for a job right away.”

Claude understood Richard's meaning and obediently shut her mouth, but her interruption eased the tense atmosphere considerably.

During this time, Funina also prepared her words. She said flawlessly, "Although I, as the water goddess, do not care about those rumors, it concerns the dignity of the gods, and for the sake of Richard's reputation, I think it is necessary to take some measures to curb these false rumors."

“That’s right, Lady Funina.” Richard nodded with pleasure. “On this point, I think we’re on the same side.”

Funina stared at Richard's face without speaking. She was still wondering if Richard had figured anything out, and if he had, whose side was he on...?

"What's wrong, Lady Funina? Is there something on my face?"

“No, I was just wondering which side you’re on?” Funina asked, her words carrying a double meaning.

“Of course it’s on your side, Lady Funina.” Richard paused. “At least for now.”

“I am also on your side, Lady Frinna,” Clarinde said upon seeing this.

“Please leave, Clorind, and close the door behind you,” Furynna said.