The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 45

Warm lips pressed against cool skin.
A stream of pure, gentle mental power flowed through that kiss, slowly pouring into Ning Ning’s body—like the thaw of an early spring stream, silently nourishing his nearly dried-up spiritual sea.

Gu Qingfeng’s movements were reverent and restrained, as though he were kissing a fragile miracle.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the rest cabin, Xiao Lin sat wordlessly on the floor at Ning Ning’s feet.

One of his long, strong hands gripped Ning Ning’s icy ankle, his scorching body heat seeping in little by little, dispelling the cold. His face was expressionless, yet his gaze clung like a magnet to the sight of Gu Qingfeng lowering his head and kissing Ning Ning’s wrist.

In the depths of those dark-gold wolf eyes, waves of violence and possessiveness nearly solidified into something tangible.

Ning Ning blinked his sleepy violet eyes, his long lashes brushing against the stiff fabric of Gu Qingfeng’s trousers like little brushes.

He shifted slightly. The place he was resting against felt very comfortable—firm muscle, perfectly curved. The warm hand holding his ankle was like a little heater, sending steady waves of heat into him.

【Mmn… feels so nice…】

So he decided not to move anymore. Instead, like a cat that had finally found the coziest position, he nuzzled closer, adjusted himself into a more secure posture, closed his eyes again, and let out a soft, nasal sigh of contentment.

That unconscious sound—trusting, unguarded, utterly dependent—was like the sharpest blade, stabbing into the hearts of the two top Alphas at the same time.

The thick silence broke.

“He needs nutrition.” Xiao Lin spoke first. His voice was low and hoarse, every word scraped out from the depths of his throat. “A military high-concentration nutrient—fastest effect.”

What he produced was a tube of military nutrient solution—simple, rough, efficient.

Gu Qingfeng slowly lifted his gaze, though his hand supporting Ning Ning’s nape never loosened. He looked at Xiao Lin, lips curling into a faint, mocking smile full of provocation.
“Marshal, I know you’re anxious. But Ning Ning’s body is this frail—what he needs is gentle nourishment. That kind of crude filling you insist on, he won’t be able to handle it.”

His tone was soft, full of care, but every syllable was an accusation of Xiao Lin’s recklessness and his failure to cherish.

“You—” A flash of killing intent flickered in Xiao Lin’s eyes.

“What is it?”

A sleepy, nasal, soft voice interrupted.

Ning Ning had been startled awake by the invisible pressure. Propping up his sore upper body, he blinked in confusion—first at Gu Qingfeng, then at Xiao Lin.

The tense atmosphere evaporated in an instant, leaving no trace.

Xiao Lin, face set in stone, raised the nutrient tube to Ning Ning’s lips.

On the other side, Gu Qingfeng had already prepared a steaming bowl of soft porridge, scooped up a spoonful, and also held it out.

Ning Ning—the master of carrying water on both shoulders—looked at the deadlock in front of him and fell into deep thought.

【Help… is this another death-by-two-options situation?!】

After hesitating, he decided he had to make the fairest choice possible to appease both beasts on the verge of exploding.

So, obediently, he leaned forward and took a few small sips from Xiao Lin’s nutrient tube, even blinking up at him with a sweet, ingratiating look.

Then, immediately turning, he opened his mouth like a hungry little fledgling and ate the spoonful of porridge Gu Qingfeng fed him—going so far as to rub his cheek against Gu Qingfeng’s fingers.

He felt he’d done great—perfectly soothing both sides.

What he didn’t realize was that after this so-called “equal treatment,” the two men’s faces turned darker than the bottom of a pot.

【Ding! Warning! Shura Field Energy Index has reached 99%! Approaching overload! Host, cease fire-stoking behavior immediately!】 System 89’s reminder was laced with gleeful schadenfreude.

Ning Ning: 【…I was putting OUT the fire, okay?!】

The stealth battleship glided like a ghostly blade, silently piercing through the pale-violet upper atmosphere of Imperial Capital Star.

The moment the disguise field dissipated, its highest-level military clearance spread like ink in water across the empire’s central defense star map.

No alarms sounded. Instead, a silent, glowing green priority channel opened ahead of them—direct to the very heart of the Empire: Buckingham Palace.

At the same time, deep inside Buckingham Palace—

In a sunless bedchamber thick with the stench of medicine and the faint hum of life-support systems—

The Emperor of the Empire, once a name that made the galaxy tremble, now lay as nothing more than a shriveled husk upon a vast bed. His eyes were sunken, his skin mottled with age spots. Only deep in his clouded gaze still burned a flicker of unquenchable hunger—for power.

“Your Majesty.” A shadow knelt silently at his bedside, respectfully offering up a light screen.

On it glowed the stealth ship’s clearance and passenger list.

【Xiao Lin】
【Gu Qingfeng】
【Ning Ning】

Three names side by side—each one like a needle pricking the old emperor’s frayed nerves.

“Heh…” A laugh rasped from his throat like a broken bellows. “A marshal. A prince. My two ‘loyal sons’… joining forces, returning from the front to present me such a… gift.”

His bony finger pressed heavily against the name “Ning Ning.” A flash of feverish greed and mania flickered in his eyes.

“The Moon God… able to calm the swarm, soothe sentinels, ensure the Empire’s glory never falls…” His murmur was faint but carried an unshakable imperial authority. “Such a ‘god’ can only belong to the royal house—to me.”

His skeletal hand slowly lifted, pointing at the shadow.
“Transmit my decree.”

“Announce—Moon God Ning Ning, summoned to the palace at once to appear before me.”

“No one may obstruct.”

Inside the battleship—

“Up ahead is the central suspension district of the capital—that white tower is the Imperial Parliament Hall, and next to it that garden is…”

Gu Qingfeng was speaking gently, explaining the landmarks outside the window. He leaned close, his cool breath brushing Ning Ning’s ear.

Then, suddenly, the smile froze on his lips.

Behind him, Xiao Lin’s towering figure went rigid, a dangerous storm gathering in his aura.

At the same moment, both men’s personal terminals lit up.

A golden virtual decree, stamped with the imperial dragon crest, projected between them.

The cold, emotionless electronic voice echoed through the cabin, word by word:

【By His Majesty’s command: Moon God Ning Ning is hereby summoned to the palace immediately. None may obstruct.】

The decree was short, but it fell like a chain of ice, clamping around all their throats.

This was open conspiracy—
An “invitation” issued in the name of the Empire’s highest power. Impossible to refuse.

Ning Ning stared blankly at the glittering edict, then at the two men whose expressions had gone so dark the air itself seemed frozen.

【Help… is this a new workplace punch-in procedure? Why am I suddenly facing the Final Boss already?!】

Gu Qingfeng’s fingers tightened on the armrest until the knuckles went white. His voice remained calm, but it was laced with ice.
“It’s Father’s decree.”

Xiao Lin said nothing. He simply stepped forward, his tall body completely shielding Ning Ning. His dark-gold eyes locked onto the decree, filled with naked violence and murderous intent.

The old emperor had finally stepped in himself.

He didn’t want a “gift,” nor a “god.”

What he wanted was a weapon—an ultimate tool locked in a golden cage, drained of all value, a plaything that could never escape even in death.

The battleship engines hummed softly as they slipped into the guiding beams of the landing pad.

On the vast, starkly cold white platform, the ship descended.

The hatch opened. Outside stood a row of royal guards. At their head, an inner court official raised his sharp voice:

“Welcome home, Marshal! Welcome home, Your Highness the Second Prince!”

“His Majesty commands—”

The eunuch’s gaze slid greedily past the two men, fastening shamelessly on the figure shielded behind Xiao Lin.

“Summon, Moon God Ning Ning—enter the palace at once!”

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