Chapter 558: Overly Sensitive? Use Strong Medicine

Chapter 558: When Someone’s Being Dramatic, You Need Strong Medicine

Bai Zhou reacted the fastest and immediately agreed, "I think it's doable!"

General Qinglong had some reservations, "Isn't this too forceful? Qing Xuan is still young, he's just a child. Isn't there a softer way?"

If he were to use such a method, he wouldn’t be waiting for Miss Wu Yue's input—he would have sent someone to do it long ago.

Miss Wu Yue pointed out, "General, are you saying that Qing Xuan, who is 23 years old and 6'3" tall, is still a child? Isn’t your definition of a child pretty broad?"

General Qinglong hesitated, "I’m afraid Qing Xuan can’t handle it."

Seeing General Qinglong so indecisive, Miss Wu Yue said, "General Qinglong, I’ve given you the solution. If you can’t accept it, you might as well start making funeral arrangements for Qing Xuan now."

Miss Wu Yue pulled on Shen Que's arm, who then said, "Looking at Qing Xuan’s condition, it’s clearly getting worse every day. The distribution of his True Dragon Qi is very uneven, and every battle wears his body down. Qing Xuan is probably going to participate in the Alliance’s individual competition. He wants to help the military achieve a good result, but given his current physical state, no matter who he faces in the final tournament, he could be beaten into complete physical collapse."

As a complete first-generation Dragon Bone, Shen Que’s words were no different from an expert from Peking Union Medical College Hospital issuing a critical diagnosis for Qing Xuan’s illness.

Shen Que continued, "The longer Qing Xuan’s condition drags on, the more the True Dragon Qi introduced into his body will drain away. Not only will his abilities go to waste, but his body will also be worn down. Even if he doesn’t participate in the individual competition, given his current state, it would be difficult for him to continue serving in the military. If you don’t want to resort to force, General Qinglong, you might as well strip him of his rank as Major General, bar him from the individual competition, and have him take medical leave to recover at home. After all, you are his superior—surely you can do that much, right?"

This time, General Qinglong took Shen Que’s words to heart.

He immediately said, "Good! Let’s do it that way!"

Miss Wu Yue said, "Then we’ll wait to hear from you at any time."

After leaving the lounge area, Miss Wu Yue smiled and swung their joined hands, saying, "Prince Noah’s acting is really good."

First, start with the strongest approach by presenting the most extreme method and the most severe consequences to raise General Qinglong’s tolerance threshold. Then, lay out the facts and explain the seriousness of the problem before offering a seemingly less extreme solution—and just like that, General Qinglong was handled.

As long as General Qinglong personally issued the order with firm resolve to have Qing Xuan banned from the competition and placed on leave, military orders are absolute—even Qing Xuan himself wouldn’t be able to defy them.

Isn’t Qing Xuan stubborn and burdened by his principles? Then use his own principles against him.

Force a workaholic to shut down abruptly and become a lazy bum—see how long he can endure it.

Shen Que let Miss Wu Yue pull him along, holding her hand tightly, his gaze entirely focused on her as he lowered his eyes. "All thanks to Miss Wu Yue's teaching."

Miss Wu Yue turned to look at him with a smile. Shen Que leaned in closer and whispered, "Can I have a kiss?"

Miss Wu Yue shook her head. "No."

Shen Que insisted, "Yes."

Miss Wu Yue said, "We’ll kiss when we get back."

Shen Que said, "I want to kiss now."

Miss Wu Yue paid him no mind, let go of his hand, and turned to leave. Shen Que immediately chased after her and took her hand again.

The two walked quietly along the path outside the Alliance Comprehensive Building, holding hands.

Wuyue, "Apart from that time in S4, have you ever been here before?"

Shen Que nodded, "Yes, when I was very young, it was also a similar commendation ceremony to honor my parents' achievements.

Every year after that, there would be similar public addresses to the people, where I, as an orphan of a martyr, would express the Alliance's concern for orphans."

Hearing Shen Que speak so calmly about having to repeatedly face his parents' death and his identity as an orphan of a martyr at such a young age, Wuyue's heart ached. She stopped walking and looked up at him, "Do you feel sad?"

Shen Que looked at Wuyue, his light eyes filled entirely with her.

"I used to, but not anymore. Ever since you came into my life, I'm happy every day.

Wuyue, don't always ask if I feel sad, because you've had a tough time too at the same age.

And I can't even go through it all over again with you."

The Friendly Orphanage had been completely demolished by the Jiang family, and he could never make up for what Wuyue had gone through there.

Wuyue suddenly pulled Shen Que, quickening their pace, "Let's go back."

Shen Que obediently let himself be pulled, his face full of anticipation, "Have you thought about it? Then let's go to the Royal Court; it's closer."

Wuyue's face turned red, "...No!!"

Shen Que looked puzzled, "Then what?"

Wu Yue smirked mysteriously,

"I just suddenly thought that since Qing Xuan is just sitting around at home anyway, there might be other ways to change his mind."

...

The Eastern District Military Region, Major General Qing Xuan's Office

Qinglong said in a businesslike tone, "Major General Qingxuan, considering your current physical condition, the military command has decided, after discussions with upper management, to grant you a temporary leave of absence."

Qing Xuan, "The alliance individual competition is about to begin. I need to step up my training to try to get a good ranking."

Qinglong, "The alliance individual competition has strict standards for participants' physical condition. You don't even qualify to register."

Qing Xuan looked at the notification on his system indicating that his physical fitness did not meet the standards and his registration had failed; his face fell.

Qing Xuan, "This is another trick that woman suggested to you, isn’t it! Will you ever stop?!"

Qinglong sternly replied, "Major General Qingxuan, all decisions made regarding you now comply with standard military procedures and the individual competition regulations. Please do not bring personal feelings into this.

The military has a strict system for handling work-related injuries and assessing the physical condition of officers. If I were to constantly grant you special favors and bend the rules just because you’re my son, it wouldn’t be long before impeachment papers against me, the commander-in-chief, are submitted to the Alliance President.

Major General Qingxuan, you may joke about your own physical condition, but please do not mess with my lifelong honor and career."

Qing Xuan gritted his teeth, unable to refute a single word, utterly indisputable!!

Qing Xuan, "So now you want me to just twiddle my thumbs at home?!"

Qinglong replied rigidly, "Major General Qingxuan, I have no right to interfere with your personal freedom.

You can sit at home if you want, or even squat in a filthy ditch—it's none of my business."

Qing Xuan, "Dad!"

Qinglong, "..." You brat, so he finally remembers I'm his father.

It’s all thanks to my niece—this trick worked perfectly! Wielding his authority so fiercely feels absolutely exhilarating!

The feeling of exploiting one’s position to make things hard for someone is just so damn satisfying!

Ever since becoming commander-in-chief, he hadn't dared to be this by-the-book with anyone before!

All the frustration Qing Xuan caused him lately has finally been let out!

That brat, so pretentious—he deserves to be taught a harsh lesson!

Qinglong pulled a stern, long face, full of conviction, determined not to crack a smile:

"During work hours, please use formal titles.

Major General Qingxuan, you are now on mandatory leave. Please pack your personal belongings and leave immediately. Otherwise, it will be considered an attempt to obtain the military’s top-secret intelligence."

Holy shit...

Qing Xuan never in his life expected that the first experience of workplace bullying and unfair treatment he’d face as the Young Marshal of the entire army would come from his own father!!

While others screw their dads over, his dad is screwing over his son!!

Furious, Qing Xuan packed his things and left in a huff.

Qinglong watched as Qing Xuan’s speeder headed toward the Blaze headquarters, suppressing a grin as he sent a message to Wu Yue:

"Qinglong: Niece, it’s your turn now!"

"Wu Yue: Copy that. On it."