The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 110

The entire public sphere of the Empire erupted!

[My God… who is this? Is this an angel?]

[I cried… before seeing this photo, I thought our world was nothing but despair.]

[He is the Moon God! Absolutely! Who else but a god could make people want to kneel and cry at just one glance!]

[The only color in this apocalypse… I will call it ‘a divine trace upon the ruins’! I don’t care! From today on, he is my only faith!]

[Search! Quickly! Who is he? What’s his name! I want to donate to him! I want to build a temple for him!]

Within minutes, the comments and shares beneath the photo had already reached hundreds of millions.

Countless citizens of the Empire, lost in despair and panic, felt as if a powerful tonic had been injected into their souls the instant they saw this photo.

It was an indescribable, soul-stirring shock and comfort.

At the scene, members of the Royal Medical Corps and surrounding military soldiers had already noticed the stir on the StarNet.

Each of them held up their personal terminals, their faces a mixture of shock, admiration, and fanaticism.

Their gaze shifted repeatedly between the holographic screen and the person being held tightly in the Marshal’s arms.

So…

This was the center of the “divine miracle” they had just witnessed with their own eyes.

This was what he looked like.

So beautiful… it was unbearable to look directly at him.

So beautiful… that people would willingly offer everything they had.

Gu Qingfeng observed everyone’s reactions, his lips curving into an ever more perfect smile.

He looked at the expressionless Xiao Lin, a trace of victorious elegance in his voice.

“Do you see, Marshal?”

“All the people of the Empire are looking at him, loving him, treating him as hope.”

“And now, you are presenting him to them—their god—rescued from the ruins in the most dignified, most gentle way.”

Gu Qingfeng’s gaze shifted to the military hovercar, his tone now tinged with a carefully measured ‘regret.’

“…Or do you want them to see their god being roughly stuffed into a… tin can that might worsen his injuries?”

“Are you a guardian god, or… a plunderer?”

“Public opinion sometimes has more power than artillery.”

“What do you say, Your Excellency?”

His words cut to the bone.

He defined his own actions as “rescue” and “dignity.”

He defined Xiao Lin’s actions as “rough” and “plunder.”

He even tied Ning Ning’s personal will to the so-called “popular sentiment” and “Empire image.”

He forced Xiao Lin to make a choice in this battle between “civilization” and “barbarism.”

As long as Xiao Lin hesitated, even for a moment, he would win.

A dead silence fell around them.

All eyes focused on the towering, silent man.

Waiting for his answer.

However…

Xiao Lin made a move no one expected.

He didn’t even glance at Gu Qingfeng.

He simply held the person in his arms, never breaking eye contact, and walked directly past the luxurious Royal Hovercar.

One step.

Two steps.

With this action, he gave the loudest possible answer:

—I don’t care.

I don’t care about public opinion.

I don’t care about popular support.

I don’t care about your polished rhetoric.

I only care about him.

In my world, there is only him.

Gu Qingfeng’s smile froze completely.

He watched the tall figure move farther from his car and closer to the hovercar.

For the first time, a feeling he had never experienced before—a feeling called powerlessness—gripped the prince who had always calculated everything.

All his schemes, all his verbal traps, seemed like a joke in front of a man who only followed one immutable principle.

Then—

“Mm…”

A faint, nasal murmur came from beneath the heavy Marshal’s cloak.

Xiao Lin’s steps faltered instantly.

He bent down immediately, his voice tinged with a nervousness he hadn’t noticed in himself.

“Ning Ning? Are you okay? Are you uncomfortable?”

The little bunny inside the thick cloak seemed to have been completely awakened by the commotion.

He moved anxiously, nudging his small head, as if wanting to poke out from the dark space for some air.

The next second—

A fair, delicate hand slipped out from the cloak’s seam, followed by a furry, silver head.

Ning Ning blinked groggily, his dreamlike purple eyes still misted from just waking, looking around the gray, desolate world in confusion and innocence.

Then, his gaze landed on the warm, jade-like man smiling at him—not far away.

Gu Qingfeng.

Ning Ning’s consciousness sharpened instantly.

He remembered everything that had happened before he lost consciousness.

He remembered the song that had drained him, the desperate yet frenzied gazes, and… Gu Qingfeng’s calculating smile.

A natural instinct, a wary rejection of this “smiling tiger,” made him frown.

He immediately turned his little face away.

Then, like a frightened cub, he burrowed straight into the solid, warm chest beneath him.

Not only that.

He reached out both hands and gripped the man’s chest tightly, clutching at his clothes.

His whole body curled up, as if wanting to disappear entirely into the embrace that gave him ultimate security.

Not a word was spoken.

But this action said everything.

—I choose him.

—I don’t want you.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Gu Qingfeng’s perfect smile disappeared inch by inch.

He watched the figure actively seeking refuge in Xiao Lin’s arms, the hands that had held the warm nutrient bottle slowly tighten at his sides.

Xiao Lin, feeling the tiny creature’s absolute reliance in his arms, froze entirely.

A wave of indescribable joy and satisfaction, like a flash flood, instantly swept through every nerve!

He had won.

His Ning Ning had chosen him.

The man’s deep, bottomless black eyes ignited with a blazing fire.

He could no longer restrain himself and lowered his head, placing a scorching, infinitely cherished and restrained kiss on the furry, silver head.

Then he looked up, one last time, at Gu Qingfeng.

That gaze was no longer cold.

It was absolute, undeniable—a victor’s declaration.

Holding his treasure, he made no further stops and strode toward the military hovercar.

“Bang!”

The heavy door slammed shut.

Like a deep chasm, it completely separated the two worlds.

On the ruins below, only Gu Qingfeng remained, standing beside his luxurious, out-of-place hovercar.

He stood silently, still holding the nutrient bottle that had started to cool.

After a long while, he let out a low chuckle.

There was no emotion in that laughter.

He lifted his hand and returned the nutrient bottle to the medical officer behind him, his movements still elegant.

But his peach-blossom eyes, as he watched the direction of the departing car, surged with a deep, unrelenting current of determination.

“Your Highness…”

He spoke softly, addressing the empty air, as if issuing an order.

“Prepare the royal announcement.”

“Say… that Second Prince Gu Qingfeng deeply admires Mr. Ning Ning, the ‘hero’ who stepped forward in the time of crisis.”

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