The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 111

Deep within the imperial palace, the core of the Empire’s power.

There was no trace of the charred ruins or dust from the battlefield—only a dense, almost suffocating scent of precious medicines and the cold, mechanical hum of life-support systems.

Luxurious, cold, and deathly silent.

The aging Emperor of the Empire lay on a soft sickbed like a withered mummy. His life clung to him only through these expensive devices and medicinal treatments.

Beside his bed, a massive holographic screen continuously displayed the photograph that had ignited the entire star network—

—the God on the ruins.

The Emperor’s murky eyes were fixed on the otherworldly, unearthly beauty in the photograph.

His breathing grew rapid from excitement, triggering the monitoring equipment that screamed out in piercing alarms.

“Your Majesty! Please calm down! Your vital signs are unstable!”

The Chief Imperial Physician and Chief Steward Li immediately rushed over, faces full of panic.

But the Emperor seemed not to hear them. He reached out with a skeletal, age-spotted hand, trembling, pointing at Ning Ning on the screen.

The cloudy eyes burned not with admiration, not with respect, but with a naked greed and desire, like a starving wolf seeing fresh meat!

“It’s him…”

A hoarse, wind-chest-like sound escaped the Emperor’s throat.

“That ‘Moon God’… has been found…”

Li bowed deeply. “Yes, Your Majesty. Second Prince immediately went to the scene and, in the name of the royal family, expressed the highest respect to… Mr. Ning Ning.”

“Respect?”

The Emperor’s reaction was like hearing the greatest joke in the world; he coughed violently, his skeletal chest rising and falling.

He didn’t need respect!

What he wanted was this person!

This person’s blood! This person’s life!

“Fool…” The Emperor gasped, his eyes darkly scanning Gu Qingfeng’s face as it appeared in the news footage. “Truly my good son… turning my ‘divine medicine’ into everyone’s ‘god’…”

“What is he trying to do? Using this ‘god’ to gather the people’s loyalty, forcing me to step down?”

Li broke out in cold sweat, kneeling on the floor, unable to utter a word.

The Emperor no longer looked at him; his gaze returned to the photograph.

He stared at Ning Ning’s face as if he wanted to devour him alive.

Jealousy.

Mad jealousy.

Why?!

Why must he, the Emperor of the Empire, cling to life in this decayed body, enduring every painful moment… while some lowly commoner, whose origin is unknown, possesses such god-given beauty and power capable of reversing life and death?!

Unfair!

This is too unfair!

“Carry out my order…”

His voice twisted with extreme greed and jealousy.

“Immediately!”

“No matter the cost! Accelerate the construction of the ‘Moon God Palace’!”

“I want the most magnificent palace, the most impenetrable cage… no, a shrine!”

He laughed nervously, the sound sharp and piercing.

“Yes, a shrine! To house our ‘god’!”

“I want him… to live there.”

“Forever… to live there!”

“I want him to belong… only to me!!”

The sickly, obsessive possessiveness brought the temperature of the entire chamber to near freezing.

Li buried his head deeply into the carpet, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He knew.

From the moment the Emperor laid eyes on the “God on the Ruins,” he was no longer a hero.

He had become… a sacrifice to the Empire’s most supreme power.

A bloody, insane battle for the “God” was about to begin.

…

At the same time.

A low-profile but highly capable military hovercar tore across the night sky of the imperial capital like thunder.

Inside, it was silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Completely isolated from the outside world’s uproar, which had nearly reached boiling point.

Xiao Lin said nothing.

He simply held the person in his arms with an almost reverent posture, tightly, tightly.

As if cradling the whole recovered world.

The Marshal’s wide, smoke- and blood-stained cloak completely enveloped Ning Ning’s small frame.

Air-tight.

Shielding him from prying eyes, shielding him from the dirty, dangerous world outside.

Ning Ning slept deeply.

Probably from pure exhaustion, a faint pallor still lingered on his small face.

Long, curled eyelashes like delicate little fans cast faint shadows on his eyelids.

His breathing was steady and calm.

Xiao Lin lowered his head, black eyes deep and unwavering as he stared at him.

From the moment he snatched him back from Gu Qingfeng.

From the moment the little rabbit chose him, trusted him, relied on him.

Xiao Lin’s heart, nearly bursting from anxiety, anger, and fright, finally sank back into place.

Yet, what followed was an even more overwhelming, almost drowning wave of worry and fear.

He dared not think.

If he had arrived a moment later.

If Ning Ning had been taken by Gu Qingfeng, that smiling fox…

If Ning Ning had been harmed, even slightly, in that chaotic, dangerous ruin…

Just imagining it made the air around Xiao Lin thick and dangerous.

He instinctively hugged Ning Ning tighter.

Until the little one seemed to sense discomfort and subconsciously furrowed his brow slightly.

Xiao Lin froze, then quickly loosened his grip as if burned.

His movements were clumsy, like a big fool holding fragile porcelain for the first time.

Careful.

Afraid to break it, afraid someone might take it away.

Finally, the hovercar smoothly landed at the Marshal’s residence helipad.

The heavy gates slowly opened.

The long-waiting butlers and medical team immediately rushed forward.

“Marshal, you’re back! The medical pod is ready—”

“No need.”

Xiao Lin interrupted coldly.

His voice still carried the ice-cold authority from his confrontation with Gu Qingfeng.

He held Ning Ning, ignoring the waiting medical staff, heading straight for his master bedroom.

The butler froze, unsure what to do.

Xiao Lin’s steps were swift yet steady.

He passed along the long hallway, carpeted with soft rugs, and kicked open the door to his bedroom.

“Bang!”

The door closed automatically behind him.

Everyone was left outside.

This space instantly became a world for just him and his treasure.

Xiao Lin carried Ning Ning across the spacious bedroom into the bathroom nearly as large as a small living room.

The décor matched him—cold, minimalist, metallic, and rocky.

Black stone, cold metal, enormous floor-to-ceiling windows revealing the dazzling nightscape of the imperial capital.

But at this moment, because of the little presence in his arms, the icy space felt entirely different.

Xiao Lin’s movements became infinitely gentle.

He knelt by the huge bathtub and carefully laid the little one down on a soft resting mat beside it.

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