The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 65

The steward’s cold, electronic voice through the communicator pierced the room like an icy needle, instantly shattering the sticky, intimate atmosphere that had just begun to rise.

The faint trace of softness in Xiao Lin’s eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by his usual icy sharpness.

He withdrew the hand that had been lingering at Ning Ning’s lips, furrowing his brows in displeasure. His tone was unmasked irritation at being interrupted: “Speak.”

There was a brief pause on the other end, then the steward reported in his usual calm, loyal tone:

“Second Prince Gu Qingfeng is waiting outside the mansion.”

Xiao Lin’s frown deepened.

Gu Qingfeng?

What is he doing here?

Before Xiao Lin could ask, the steward’s solemn voice continued clearly through the encrypted line, answering his unspoken question:

“He… has brought the imperial chief medical team.”

“And he carries the emperor’s personal decree…”

“By imperial command, he is here to provide comprehensive spiritual guidance and… treatment for ‘Lord Moon God.’”

The air pressure in the room dropped to freezing.

The once relatively gentle scent of cedar in the room, which had been mildly soothing, now ignited like gunpowder—sharp, aggressive, and overwhelming.

Ning Ning felt his heart shrink from the sudden change in pheromones and instinctively looked up at Xiao Lin.

The man, whose face had carried a faint softness moments ago, was now cold and hard as a slab of ancient ice. Rising from the bed, his tall figure radiated a stormy, violent aura.

“Stay here. Don’t move.”

Xiao Lin left these words behind, even without having the time to change Ning Ning out of the shirt that belonged to him, and strode out of the bedroom.

The door clicked shut behind him, cutting off his figure—but not entirely the piercing pheromones.

Ning Ning sat alone on the large bed, feeling somewhat dazed.

[System 89 quietly online: Host, high-energy alert! Shura scene plus version: your rival has arrived with the emperor’s decree!]

Ning Ning: “…”

[System 89 loves drama, projecting a virtual screen, live-streaming the scene outside the marshal’s mansion: Look, host, it’s Second Prince Gu Qingfeng! Wow, he even brought a whole bunch of white coats—what a show!]

On the screen, Gu Qingfeng still wore his perfectly tailored formal attire, his face wearing an impeccable gentle smile, as if he were attending an elegant tea party rather than confronting someone.

Opposite him stood the Imperial Marshal in a black shirt, radiating the unmistakable aura of “get lost.”

Ning Ning’s heart sank to his throat.

He knew his situation was bad—his spiritual sea was in chaos, and failure to act could cause serious trouble.

But… letting Gu Qingfeng “treat” him?

Especially now, when Xiao Lin had just “stolen” him home, his possessiveness overflowing?

It was like throwing a lit match into a powder keg.

Outside the marshal’s mansion:

The cold alloy gate was tightly closed. The air around it carried Xiao Lin’s domineering, icy cedar pheromones, like invisible blades warning all intruders.

Xiao Lin’s expression was as cold as iron. His dark golden eyes locked onto Gu Qingfeng as if he could tear him apart on the spot.

“He doesn’t need it.” Xiao Lin’s voice was low and hoarse, each word squeezed from between his teeth.

Gu Qingfeng’s smile remained unchanged, even carrying a hint of understanding and patience.

“Marshal, I know you care about him,” he said gently, his voice soft yet subtly barbed, striking precisely at Xiao Lin’s vulnerable spot. “But he overexerted his spiritual powers at the state banquet—that’s a fact. None of us can risk his health, right?”

He paused briefly, glancing past Xiao Lin at the heavily guarded main residence behind him. His tone carried undeniable legitimacy.

“Throughout the entire empire, I am the only S-class guide capable of providing him with the most precise and safest spiritual guidance. You know this better than anyone.”

Xiao Lin’s fists clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening from the force.

Of course he knew.

He knew better than anyone how bad Ning Ning’s condition had become. And that was exactly why he couldn’t tolerate Gu Qingfeng’s presence.

Letting another S-class expert touch Ning Ning’s most private, unguarded spiritual domain?

Just the thought made Xiao Lin so jealous he felt he might go mad, a destructive impulse surging through his chest.

“I said he doesn’t need it.” His voice turned even colder, firm and unyielding. “Leave.”

Even in the face of this near-insulting dismissal, Gu Qingfeng did not show anger.

He only let out a gentle sigh, his deep eyes reflecting a mixture of pity and helplessness, as if looking at a child blinded by possessiveness.

He lifted the imperial decree held by a royal guard, stamped with the emperor’s seal.

“Marshal, this is His Majesty’s order.”

His voice remained gentle, yet the weight behind his words was like a mountain.

“Ning Ning is the empire’s treasure, not anyone’s private possession. His health concerns the future of the empire.”

Those words struck Xiao Lin’s only soft spot like a sharp dagger.

He could resist the military; he could defy the throne—but he could not oppose “for Ning Ning’s own good.”

Gu Qingfeng’s gaze was both warm and sharp. With a polite smile, he drove this subtle political maneuver to its peak:

“Letting him remain weak may make it easier for you to control him, giving you a sense of security. But is that what he wants?”

“Or, Marshal, are you willing to let the empire’s hope wither away for your personal desire?”

“….”

Silence.

The air seemed frozen.

Xiao Lin’s tall frame stiffened, his heart gripped by an invisible hand, aching and suffocating.

For the first time, he felt such deep helplessness and defeat in front of Gu Qingfeng.

Yes. When it came to “healing” Ning Ning, he truly was powerless.

His pheromones could only provide temporary comfort, like a painkiller that treats the symptoms but not the cause.

And this man—was his most detested rival.

In the bedroom, Ning Ning watched the scene clearly through the system’s live feed.

He saw the raging, unwilling, and painful fury in Xiao Lin’s dark golden eyes, the way he stared at Gu Qingfeng as if he wanted to tear his spiritual body apart and rip out his throat.

Ning Ning’s heart tightened along with it.

He understood what Xiao Lin feared—not just the approach of a rival, but the fear of his own powerlessness, the fear of once again failing to protect something he cherished.

[System 89 quietly beeps: Host, the Marshal looks so pitiful, like a big dog who just had his favorite toy taken away…]

Ning Ning pressed his lips together, heart heavy with mixed emotions.

He didn’t want Xiao Lin to struggle, but he also knew Gu Qingfeng was right.

After the long, suffocating standoff, Xiao Lin finally, slowly, released his fists, which had turned white from clenching.

He said nothing.

Only his face, iron-hard, turned stiffly to the side, clearing the path to the main residence.

This silent gesture marked his defeat.

Gu Qingfeng’s smile deepened.

He gave Xiao Lin a graceful, restrained nod, as if thanking the owner for his generosity.

Then, leading the imperial medical team behind him, he strode calmly into the private domain of the empire’s marshal.

Ning Ning hurriedly turned off the screen, pulled the covers over himself, and lay down like a child who had done something wrong.

Not long after, the bedroom door opened again.

This time, it was not just one person.

At the forefront was Xiao Lin, his expression dark enough to drip water.

And behind him was the gentle-smiling Second Prince, Gu Qingfeng.

Gu Qingfeng’s gaze immediately fell on the bed.

When he saw the beautiful youth lying there in a black shirt that clearly belonged to another man, his perfect smile showed the faintest crack.

He paused, scanning the room before finally resting his eyes on Xiao Lin.

He smiled, his tone carrying an authority that could not be resisted.

“Marshal, to ensure the absolute quiet and uninterrupted process of the treatment, this room will now be under my care and that of my medical team.”

He paused again, hinting:

“Your pheromones… are too aggressive and will interfere with Ning Ning’s spiritual guidance.”

“So, may I… ask you to temporarily step aside?”

Polite yet merciless, this statement struck Xiao Lin like a slap to the face.

Not only had Gu Qingfeng breached his fortress, but he was also about to completely drive the master of the house from his own territory.

Like a legitimate intruder, elegant and irresistible, he approached the treasure Xiao Lin had long coveted.

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