The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 70

Those words—“I’ll go with you”—still lingered.

Xiao Lin felt as if he were a drowning man, plummeting to the ocean floor, only to be pulled back in the last second by someone’s hand.

The small hand in his palm was icy, soft, and slightly trembling, yet it was the only rope pulling him out of hell.

His heart, which had nearly stopped from rage and despair, sprang back to life—beating once, twice, violently enough to make his eardrums ring.

He greedily, again and again, ran his thumb over Ning Ning’s tender hand, as if he wanted to etch the sensation into his very bones. He lowered his head, and in his amber, beast-like eyes, the joy of rediscovery almost transformed into molten lava, threatening to engulf the small boy in his arms entirely.

His world lit up.

That light came from Ning Ning.

Ning Ning’s cheeks flushed as Xiao Lin stared at him, and he murmured softly, “D-don’t look at me like that…”

The man’s aura, once capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, had vanished, replaced by a sticky, scorching heat that seemed capable of burning anyone it touched, fixing its hold on him.

Being stared at like this by a beast that had just wanted to tear the imperial city apart made Ning Ning’s heart flutter nervously, and he couldn’t help but feel weak.

He seemed… to have made things even more complicated.

Just then, a voice, gentle to the point of insincerity, rang out at the wrong moment.

“Father, you saw everything.”

Gu Qingfeng had already smoothed the traces of any previous loss of composure, returning to his usual refined, elegant self as the Second Prince.

He stepped forward, bowing slightly to the Emperor’s projection in the void. “Ning Ning is extremely dependent on Marshal Xiao Lin. In such a situation, forcibly separating them might damage his fragile mental sea—it wouldn’t be worth it.”

His words were considerate, seemingly genuinely concerned for Ning Ning.

Xiao Lin’s brows immediately furrowed into a tight knot. He pulled Ning Ning closer behind him, his gaze on Gu Qingfeng as though he were looking at a piece of walking trash.

This smiling fox… what nonsense was he trying to pull this time?

Ning Ning blinked, slightly bewildered.

What’s going on with this guy? Didn’t he just try to take him away? Why was he suddenly speaking on their behalf?

[System 89: Alert! Alert! Top-tier green tea detected ahead! Non-combat personnel, please prepare for combat immediately!]

Ning Ning: “….”

No need to tell me; I know.

Sure enough, Gu Qingfeng’s expression shifted. A victorious glint flashed in his bottomless eyes.

He lifted his head, his voice soft yet clear, resonating across the entire courtyard.

“And,” he paused, wearing a helpless but self-evident smile, “according to the ‘Moon God Protection Agreement’ signed three hundred years ago between the royal family and Ning Ning’s ancestors…”

“The final fate of the Moon God shall be jointly determined by the then-heirs of the royal family and the Ning family.”

The air froze instantly.

An agreement?

What the hell kind of agreement was that?

Xiao Lin’s tall body shook violently. Instinctively, he looked down at Ning Ning in his arms, his eyes full of questioning and confusion.

Ning Ning was equally bewildered.

He blinked his innocent purple eyes and stared back blankly.

He had no idea! The book’s guide hadn’t mentioned this! He only knew he was a vicious cannon fodder—who knew that his ancestors had secretly signed a “binding contract” like this?

What was this? An arranged marriage? We’re in the spacefaring era—why are we still doing this?

A thousand curses ran through Ning Ning’s mind, and his little face scrunched up in frustration.

Gu Qingfeng observed the two of them, clearly out of the loop, and the smile on his lips deepened.

This was exactly the effect he wanted.

He couldn’t beat Xiao Lin in a fight.

He couldn’t win through force; Ning Ning had just chosen, leaving him completely defeated in terms of emotions.

However, when this struggle escalated from power and emotion to law and contracts within the Empire…

He, the Empire’s Second Prince, now had the guaranteed upper hand.

He continued calmly, each word precise, like a poisoned needle, striking at Xiao Lin’s deepest pain.

“I, as a representative of the royal family…”

His gaze fell on the young boy, so gentle it could almost drip.

“And Ning Ning, as the sole legitimate heir of the Ning family…”

“We have every right to sit down and renegotiate the ownership of this agreement.”

Boom!

These words struck Xiao Lin harder than any army or cavalry could.

He had never heard of this agreement!

He had gone through Ning Ning’s family files countless times, all trivial matters—there was nothing like this! This had to be forged by Gu Qingfeng to snatch Ning Ning!

Yet… judging by Gu Qingfeng’s confident demeanor, it didn’t seem fake.

This meant that this despicable schemer, on the basis of “legal rights,” now had a “legitimate claim” to compete with him for Ning Ning.

Xiao Lin gripped Ning Ning’s hand, knuckles whitening from force. A sense of helplessness, colder than that from being accused of treason earlier, spread from deep in his heart.

He could fight the entire Empire for Ning Ning, slaughter every coveting soul…

But how could he fight against a three-hundred-year-old contract signed by Ning Ning’s ancestors?

What the hell was this?

Gu Qingfeng held the Ning family’s authorization and brazenly came to claim Ning Ning.

Meanwhile, Xiao Lin—the one Ning Ning had just chosen, the “lover” still basking in joy—suddenly became an illegitimate “third party.”

Gu Qingfeng looked at Xiao Lin’s face, now ashen, and a twisted sense of satisfaction surged in him.

Lost in emotions? So what?

He flipped the rules of the game and could still win.

He took another step forward, standing less than three meters from Ning Ning, forcing Xiao Lin’s aura into a dangerous state.

Gu Qingfeng, however, didn’t care. He smiled and extended a gentle invitation to the small boy, clearly out of his depth, in front of him.

“Ning Ning, don’t be afraid.”

“We can discuss this slowly.”

He was like a patient elder brother, his tone flawless, “For now, come back to the palace with me, okay? The royal family has the Empire’s best medical team; your body needs a check-up. It’s too dangerous here…”

His posture was elegant, composed, as if he were the most proper, reasonable choice.

A tense, weapon-drawn standoff over power had been effortlessly twisted into a “guardianship dispute.”

And he, Gu Qingfeng, holding legality and morality, became the most justified “guardian.”

“I’m not going.”

Just then, a soft yet unmistakably clear voice rang out.

It was Ning Ning.

He peeked half of his head from behind Xiao Lin, his clear purple eyes glaring at Gu Qingfeng, full of displeasure.

Being treated like property, fought over, and pressed with an ancestral contract was infuriating.

He hated this feeling.

Gripping Xiao Lin’s clothes tighter, he repeated, “I’m not going with you.”

Gu Qingfeng’s smile stiffened slightly.

Xiao Lin’s tense body relaxed just a fraction. He looked down at the boy’s pouting profile, and his heart, sunk to the depths, was lifted once again by this small act of defiance.

Gu Qingfeng took a deep breath. The gentleness in his eyes faded, replaced by a deeper, obsessive determination.

He was about to use the binding power of this “agreement” to force Ning Ning…

Beep! Beep! Beep!

A sharp, piercing alarm suddenly shattered the standoff.

A crimson emergency transmission request forcibly cut off the Emperor’s projection, occupying all screens!

The screen showed a burning sea of fire and horrifying insects!

A bloodied officer appeared, half his face burned, his voice hoarse and desperate as he shouted:

“Emergency! This is the Seventh Star Sector frontline!”

“Reporting to the Marshal! The insect race has developed a new mutant capable of mass mind control—the frontline… the frontline is about to collapse!”

The officer’s voice trembled violently with fear, his eyes looking beyond the camera as if witnessing the most terrifying thing in the world.

“They… they seem to be calling… calling for something…”

“Wait! What is that sound… ah—!”

A harrowing scream, and the transmission abruptly cut off.

The screen fell into absolute silence.

At the Marshal’s mansion, the battle over “guardianship” was completely shattered by this sudden crisis, one that threatened the survival of the Empire.

The Emperor, Xiao Lin, and Gu Qingfeng—

Their standoff was forcibly suspended.

Everyone’s gaze, once again uncontrolled, fixed entirely on the small boy in Xiao Lin’s arms.

The only cure.

The only hope.

The only “divine being.”

He was here.

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