The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 93

The imperial flagship “Morning Light” passed through the final layer of thin clouds.

The enormous Imperial Capital Planet floated against the deep black backdrop of space like a carefully polished blue diamond—quiet, majestic, and dazzling.

Outside the portholes, the honor guard and the dense crowd awaiting the fleet gradually transformed from indistinct color blocks into discernible human figures.

Ning Ning’s palms broke into a fine sweat, and he instinctively clutched at the edge of his clothes.

The deafening cheers, even through several layers of thick alloy hull, stubbornly penetrated the ship, buzzing relentlessly against his eardrums.

He was no longer the insignificant B-class guide secretly sent away from the capital.

This time, he returned as the “Moon God,” triumphant.

With a soft click, the cabin door slowly opened.

In an instant, the blinding light and the roar of the crowd engulfed him entirely.

“Moon God—!”
“Hero of the Empire!!”
“Look! It’s Ning Ning!”

Countless camera flashes exploded wildly, dazzling him until his vision went white. He instinctively wanted to step back, to retreat into the shadows of the ship.

But his back collided firmly with a warm, solid chest.

Xiao Lin had somehow appeared behind him. His tall figure was like an impenetrable wall, completely enveloping Ning Ning in shadow.

The crisp, commanding scent of cedar that clung to the man wrapped itself around Ning Ning’s entire being.

Then a burning-hot hand, with an undeniable strength, accurately supported his waist.

Though the grip seemed light, it carried an absolute sense of control and possession, leaving him unable to retreat even an inch.

“Don’t be afraid. Stay close to me.”

The Marshal’s voice was low, with a faint huskiness, like electricity sliding into Ning Ning’s ear.

The chilling, bone-piercing pressure of the empire’s strongest Sentinel radiated fully at that moment, forming an invisible barrier that blocked the overly zealous, greedy gazes around them.

Half-encircled in his embrace, Ning Ning was almost pressed flush against Xiao Lin as they moved forward passively.

This posture… exuded possessiveness.

Ning Ning’s cheeks burned; he could clearly feel countless eyes glued to them like spotlights.

Some eyes held simple reverence and admiration from ordinary citizens, some the fervent devotion of soldiers.

But more came from the noble guests in the VIP area—eyes laced with greed, calculation, and scrutiny.

They no longer saw him as a mere pretty trinket to toy with.

Now, he was a priceless treasure imbued with divinity.

They wanted to possess him, to analyze him, to exploit him, to turn him into private property for their families.

Those naked, almost predatory gazes sent a shiver down the back of his neck.

He felt suffocated.

Xiao Lin’s protection was comforting, but the posture that almost welded him to the Marshal’s body made him feel trapped, as if invisible strings bound his limbs, making even breathing carry the scent of cedar.

At that moment, a warm, jade-like voice sounded perfectly beside him.

“Marshal, you’re walking too fast. Ning Ning’s body hasn’t fully recovered. We should go slower.”

Gu Qingfeng had appeared on Ning Ning’s other side. Today he wore a perfectly tailored white royal ceremonial outfit, black hair and eyes sharp and noble, with an impeccable smile on his face.

Though he seemed concerned for Ning Ning, his gaze subtly swept over Xiao Lin’s hand resting on Ning Ning’s waist, and the smile in his eyes dimmed slightly.

Xiao Lin’s steps faltered imperceptibly. He turned his head, black eyes sharp as knives, shooting Gu Qingfeng a cold glance. No words were spoken, but his aura grew even more forbidding.

Gu Qingfeng, however, appeared not to notice, continuing to smile as he subtly stepped closer to Ning Ning, just enough to block some of the nobles’ probing gazes.

A middle-aged noble with a lavish outfit and a protruding beer belly had been rubbing his hands, preparing to approach with a fawning expression.

With only a glance from Gu Qingfeng, the noble stiffened as if his throat had been grabbed and froze in place.

“Duke,” Gu Qingfeng’s smile was as gentle as spring wind, but his words left no room for argument. “Ning Ning has overexerted his mental power. His Majesty has instructed that he must rest immediately after the celebration. We have noted your intentions.”

The Duke’s smile instantly collapsed; he dared not offend the Second Prince and could only retreat awkwardly.

In the air, two top-tier powerhouses collided silently.

One relied on brute force, the other on finesse.

One was hot, solid, like a fortress, locking him in. Nobody could touch him.

The other was gentle and elegant, like an invisible web, softly entwining him. Nobody could take him away.

Ning Ning was caught between two extremes of love and protection, both dependence and pressure flooding his heart, leaving him a subtle, indescribable sense of confusion about the future.

He was no longer the office worker who just wanted to go home.

But… could he truly become the “God” they wanted?

The three of them moved as an inseparable unit, passing through the cheering crowd and onto the red carpet leading to the VIP area.

Xiao Lin was right beside him, radiating “no trespassing” danger.

Gu Qingfeng moved with ease, smiling while deflecting every ill-intentioned attempt to approach.

They had reverted from frontline protectors back to political rivals in the capital—but their competition was now more sophisticated and subtle.

As Ning Ning’s mind drifted for a moment, a gaze stabbed him like a poisoned needle—cold and sharp.

It held no reverence, no greed.

Only pure, unmasked jealousy and malice, as if it wanted to tear him apart.

Ning Ning’s heart jolted. He raised his head and followed the chill, spotting the Crown Prince in a nondescript corner of the VIP area, staring at him intently.

The once-handsome face was twisted with envy, eyes seething with resentment as if solidified into a tangible substance.

The gaze seemed to scream: You’re just a pretty face riding on luck. Why?! Why do you have the Emperor’s favor? Why do Xiao Lin and Gu Qingfeng revolve around you like dogs?!

Ning Ning’s heart sank.

He knew a new storm had already begun to form on the horizon, its grotesque corner emerging.

The ceremony dragged on, tedious and lengthy.

By the time the Emperor’s long speech concluded, Ning Ning felt as if his mind were about to snap.

Xiao Lin immediately guided him, shielded by Gu Qingfeng, toward a side exit, preparing to return to the Marshal’s residence.

However, as they reached a quiet corridor leading to the resting room, an elderly man in a dark gray palace steward uniform, hair graying but alert, appeared with two guards, silently waiting.

It was the Emperor’s most favored Steward, Li.

His face wore a flawless, procedural smile as he bowed slightly to the three of them.

“Marshal, Your Highness, Ning Ning.”

Xiao Lin’s expression instantly turned icy. He instinctively tightened his grip on Ning Ning’s wrist, enough to cause a twinge of pain.

Gu Qingfeng’s smile faded as well. He stepped forward and asked softly, “Steward Li, at this late hour, what is the matter?”

Li straightened, his gaze passing over the two men and landing precisely on Ning Ning. The look carried the cold assessment of a precious item.

He still smiled, but the voice lacked any warmth.

“His Majesty has decreed that the ‘Moon God’ Ning Ning must immediately enter the palace to pay respects.”

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