During the time when Jiang Ling wasn’t active on the therapist forum, a lot had changed. Praises didn’t last even two days before a new response appeared, and it was none other than Zheng Ziang, the top student from a prestigious school.
His real name was Zheng Ziang, but on the forum, he went by the username ‘Pickled Cabbage.’ He was a well-known figure on the therapist forum, with nearly ten million followers. He was a certified therapy major at Burke First Academy, carrying the prestige of a top-tier school. Many aspiring students aiming for the First Academy looked up to him. He was known for his rigorous approach, and most of his responses received high praise.
Initially, when he saw the question, Zheng Ziang had no intention of responding and found it somewhat ridiculous. Simple academic questions were beneath his notice, let alone ones about animals. After all, why bother researching non-human creatures? It seemed like a waste of time and energy. He even thought it would be simpler to get a new pet.
However, to his surprise, the question gained a lot of attention and engagement. In order to increase his own visibility, Zheng Ziang spent some time researching the topic.
In reality, there were many experimental therapy methods available, but the interstellar society hadn’t placed much importance on pets. Consequently, there was no well-established therapy system for them. Solving the problem was actually quite simple. The upper class typically had access to powerful therapists, so they didn’t need to ponder such questions. However, for the common people, the quality of regular veterinary clinics varied, and many therapists had low spiritual power levels, unable to address more complex issues. This led to the frustration of not being able to find effective treatment.
To showcase his expertise, Zheng Ziang didn’t choose a straightforward method of explanation. Instead, he delved into obscure and difficult-to-understand materials from academic books, which could also achieve good therapy results but required therapists to have a higher level of skill.
He wrote a lengthy response, and as expected, it received high praise. Watching the praises in the comments, Zheng Ziang, as was his habit, didn’t reply to any comments or continue to follow the question.
Little did he know that when he stumbled upon the question again by chance, he discovered that a new user’s response had surpassed his in terms of likes. It looked almost as if they had bought those likes, as it was hard to gain such exposure with a small account like that. This user had also accumulated a certain level of popularity to reach this point.
With a mix of anger and curiosity, Zheng Ziang checked this person’s response and found that they had cited the source of their method. It was from a book he had never read. However, judging by the author and the publishing house, it didn’t seem to be an especially authoritative book. The book he had referenced, on the other hand, was written by a highly renowned professor within Burke First Academy, making it a clear choice.
He couldn’t help but feel offended that such a simple method was receiving more support, and his own response, which was now beneath it, felt like a disgrace. He was being outdone by an unknown individual.
With hardly any thought, Zheng Ziang penned an article directly criticizing Jiang Ling, titled ‘The Responsibilities and Rigor of Certain Amateur Therapists.’
In the article, he sarcastically insinuated that Jiang Ling was showing off with non-masterpiece published books, believing that misleading people without conducting enough experiments was irresponsible…
People naturally recognized that he was referring to Jiang Ling, and initially, there were some who defended Jiang Ling.
[But the answerer said it was just for sharing, not necessarily effective, and my therapist confirmed it as viable. The risk of practice isn’t high, and even if there’s an accident, it can be treated in time…]
[I don’t understand much, but this method really cured my cat at home.]
[The books he used were also reviewed before publication, and the author is actually quite famous in the community. To a large extent, they are trustworthy.]
However, it didn’t take long for Zheng Ziang’s fans to respond with criticism.
[Since it’s posted on social media, is it an inducement? Is it safe because the risk isn’t high?]
[Even if it’s temporarily effective, without experiments, how do we know if there are any side effects?]
With that, the comments section of Jiang Ling’s response flooded in an overwhelming manner, completely ignoring the ‘for reference only’ at the end.
In the end, the official had no choice but to temporarily suspend Jiang Ling’s account and delete the response. After all, compared to an ordinary citizen, Zheng Ziang’s identity and his family background were not something they could afford to offend.
Every account had gone through real-name verification, and the authorities knew the true information behind these people. But there was nothing to find behind Jiang Ling’s identity, which could only mean that he didn’t have much of a background.
This move by the authorities can be said to have boosted Zheng Ziang’s fans’ confidence. If Jiang Ling was okay, why would they suspend his account?
[Haha, those who say it’s fine, stop trying to cover it up. Are they all paid water army?]
[Now that the authorities have stepped in, it’s easy to see who’s right and who’s wrong with just one glance.]
[Those who say my family’s Pickled Cabbage is inciting online violence against newcomers, shut up! Pickled Cabbage is from a famous school with millions of fans. Do we need to incite newcomers? And even the official is on our side.]
At the same time, Jiang Ling received a message from the forum’s official regarding the account suspension.
He thought about it and didn’t bother much. Being suspended wouldn’t stop him from surfing; he just couldn’t comment or respond, which didn’t affect him much.
But his silence seemed like an admission, so gradually, when most people thought of the username ‘Little Jiang’ in the forum’s history, they would think, ‘Oh, that half-baked therapist who ran away.’
The palace maids whispered below, feeling that His Majesty seemed to have undergone a significant change, like today, randomly contacting the famous designer from the Burke Star to discuss wall decoration.
Chu Wenyu leaned back in his wheelchair, his fingers tightly clasped, staring solemnly at the team responsible for the renovation that the steward had brought, directing them on the side.
“Make a door in the middle of this wall,” he said from outside the corridor.
“Your Majesty, what material would you like?” The head of the team asked tremblingly, not expecting Chu Wenyu to personally supervise.
“The best,” Chu Wenyu glanced at him wordlessly.
“This room is too small, connect it with the other one. The windows are too small, the light is not good, change them to French windows. The home decor is too old, it all needs to be replaced. Do I need to teach you aesthetics?” He pointed to Jiang Ling’s room. Because he talked too much, he even got a little irritated in the end.
The designer was on the verge of tears. He needed to ask what to do! What if His Majesty didn’t like it in the end?
“I remember there are some decent porcelain vases and dishes in my warehouse. You can use them directly. You are responsible for this matter, and it should be done as soon as possible,” Chu Wenyu felt annoyed and gave the final order directly to the steward.
With that, he pushed his wheelchair and left. A cushion had been secretly added to the back of the wheelchair by Jiang Ling. It was soft and comfortable. Leaning on it, every time he got irritable, he would strangely calm down thinking about it.
The steward was also extremely surprised. It was clearly an invaluable collection, but in His Majesty’s eyes, was it just passable? And if he remembered correctly, Jiang Ling should be the prince of Charles, their hostile nation, right? What on earth was going on!
He recalled the difficulties the ministers had conveyed to him because they couldn’t meet His Majesty. He hurriedly whispered to Chu Wenyu.
“Your Majesty, the ministers have strong opinions about having Prince Jiang stay by your side. They even believed the rumors on the Star Network that you had made Prince Jiang disappear. They would never expect the truth to be so different. Are you…”
The steward had no choice but to speak up, even though it wasn’t pleasant.
Their monarch abruptly stopped, his face turning extremely unpleasant, making the steward regret delivering the message, but it was too late.
“Are you teaching me how to do my job?” He looked at the steward with a cold, snake-like gaze.
The steward quickly knelt down, shifting blame, “It was the ministers’ words; it had nothing to do with me!”
“Which old folks are saying this? It seems we need some changes…” Chu Wenyu lowered his eyes, as if discussing today’s weather.
The steward felt bitter inside. He thought His Majesty appeared more mild now, almost forgetting what he used to be. To protect himself, he had to spill the beans about those ministers.
Bullshit advice! His Majesty didn’t need such a thing.
But it wasn’t over yet; Chu Wenyu carefully caught another piece of information.
“What’s the Star Network saying about Jiang Ling?”
He rarely logged into the Star Network; those news headlines were utterly boring to him.
The steward didn’t expect that His Majesty would be so protective, though the target was quite strange. Nevertheless, he obediently pulled up the hot news about Jiang Qian on the Star Network. It had fallen from the top spots but was still accessible, with comments questioning Jiang Ling’s existence.
And because a few passersby netizens dared to criticize the Charles Royal Family as heartless, they faced fierce backlash from Jiang Qian’s fanbase, throwing insults at their ancestors and spewing venomous words.
The steward clearly sensed His Majesty’s mental state deteriorating. He quickly closed the Star Network to prevent His Majesty from exploding on him.
“Interesting,” Chu Wenyu chuckled in anger.
“Which power is behind this hot news?” he asked calmly.
“It’s a multinational conglomerate,” the steward replied vaguely, not having detailed knowledge. This company controlled a vast amount of Star Network resources, making enormous profits. Normally, they wouldn’t hinder news like this, and no nation took it as seriously as His Majesty did.
“Burke Star is a permanent member of the Interstellar Peace Organization, right? Does it make sense for them to allow such blatantly political content to circulate among interstellar citizens?” Chu Wenyu seemed to be asking the steward.
He thought, this isn’t something new; news critiquing the royal family has always been abundant. But when facing the mighty His Majesty, no one dared to show it.
“Tomorrow, I don’t want to see any news about Jiang Ling on the Star Network. I don’t need to tell you what to do. If that conglomerate doesn’t get the hint, we’ll have to suggest to the peace organization to clean up these bad practices.”
The steward could only reluctantly agree. After all, the image of their Burke Star had been tarnished for quite some time, and other small galaxies were equally furious but dared not speak up.
“All right, you can go now. Your words are getting on my nerves,” Chu Wenyu couldn’t help but vent his anger on the steward.
He remembered the ugly face of a netizen who had criticized Jiang Qian and Jiang Ling on the Star Network and chuckled.
He wasn’t even worth wiping Jiang Ling’s shoes with that ugly look, yet he dares to show it off.
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