A bed that traverses countless worlds

"Kong Yang, we need to be careful," Lin Yu said in a low voice, his gaze sweeping across the brightly lit hall before finally settling on the strategist with a sinister smile.

An uneasy premonition spread through his mind.

"What's wrong, boss?" Kong Yang asked, gnawing on a chicken leg with grease dripping from his mouth. "That emperor is really generous, bestowing so many treasures. That's enough for us brothers to live it up for a while!"

"The storm is brewing!" Lin Yu put down his wine glass, the noise of the celebration banquet seeming to fade into the background.

He understood the emperors' minds all too well: serving a ruler is like walking on thin ice; today you may be enjoying immense glory, but tomorrow you may be beheaded.

Sure enough, a few days later, the emperor summoned Lin Yu.

The atmosphere in the main hall was solemn. The treacherous strategist stood beside the emperor, a smug look on his face.

"Lin Yu, I have heard that you have been hoarding spoils of war on the border. Is this true?" The emperor's voice was devoid of emotion, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

"Hiding spoils of war?" Lin Yu sneered inwardly; this was quite a serious charge.

"Your Majesty, I am wronged!"

The strategist stepped forward and said sarcastically, "General Lin, don't deny it. I heard you obtained a powerful treasure, but you've kept it a secret. Could it be that you intend to..." He paused deliberately, glanced at the emperor, and continued, "...or perhaps you intend to amass military power?"

Lin Yu took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart.

That old fox is clearly trying to use someone else to do his dirty work!

Just as he was about to speak in his defense, the strategist pressed on, "General Lin, do you dare to display what you have obtained in front of His Majesty?"

Lin Yu smiled slightly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

“What is there to be afraid of?” He looked at the emperor. “Your Majesty, I have indeed obtained a treasure, but this treasure…” He paused deliberately, looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on the strategist. “This treasure is known to everyone…”

Lin Yu's lips curled into a playful smile as he slowly said, "The strategist says I'm hoarding treasures, but who among you here, among the soldiers who have fought valiantly on the border, doesn't know about these treasures? Aren't you talking about my magical bed? It can take me across the battlefield and allow me to strategize. Does that count as hoarding?"

The crowd erupted in uproar and whispers.

Yes, Lin Yu's bed is no secret.

He was lying in bed directing the battle, which was a strange sight on the battlefield. Who would believe that he would keep this thing hidden away?

The strategist's expression changed; he hadn't expected Lin Yu to defuse his attack so effortlessly.

He stammered, "This...this bed, although everyone knows about it, but..."

"But what?" Lin Yu pressed on. "Are you saying, strategist, that my bed is actually a divine artifact that can summon wind and rain and overthrow dynasties? This imagination is too much to pass up; it's a shame you're not writing novels!"

The crowd burst into laughter, and even the emperor showed a slight smile.

His gaze toward the strategist already carried a hint of suspicion.

"Your Majesty is wise; I am utterly loyal to you and have no other intentions!" Lin Yu said, cupping his hands in a respectful gesture, his tone sincere and resolute.

The Emperor nodded: "I naturally believe in General Lin's loyalty. However, my strategist, you should be more careful with your words in the future, lest you believe everything you hear and wrong a loyal official."

The strategist's face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat poured down his back.

He never expected that his carefully planned conspiracy would be so easily thwarted by Lin Yu.

Yu Yan stood aside, her heart finally at ease.

She looked at Lin Yu with admiration in her eyes.

Their eyes met, and Lin Yu saw trust and love in her eyes, which warmed his heart.

In this tense atmosphere, an ambiguous feeling quietly spread.

The others in the main hall were also full of admiration for Lin Yu's wit and resourcefulness.

Lin Yu's prestige was elevated to an unprecedented level at this moment.

He felt a great sense of accomplishment, but he also knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

He felt a cold gaze directed at him, and turning his head, he saw it was the Great General…

That look in his eyes was clearly—killing intent!

After the celebration banquet, Lin Yu and Kong Yang returned to their residence in a low-key manner.

As soon as he got out of bed—yes, that magical bed—Lin Yu keenly sensed something unusual about his surroundings.

A chilling atmosphere filled the air, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Boss, something feels off." Kong Yang also noticed the unusual atmosphere and forgot to finish the chicken leg he was eating.

"Someone's trying to cause trouble," Lin Yu sneered. "We'll deal with whatever comes our way, what's there to be afraid of!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a group of armored soldiers surrounded Lin Yu's residence.

The leader was none other than the general's confidant, a burly man with a face full of scars, carrying two gleaming axes, looking just like a boss straight out of a video game.

"Lin Yu, you are hiding treasures and plotting a rebellion! Surrender now!" the burly man roared, his voice as loud as a broken gong.

"Treason? You're really good at labeling people! These days, nobody believes the truth." Lin Yu lay on the bed, completely calm, and even yawned. "Kong Yang, show them what professionalism looks like."

Kong Yang understood, and with a single glance, more than twenty men in black appeared behind him instantly, each wielding a sharp blade and with fierce eyes.

Although outnumbered, these twenty people were elites carefully selected by Lin Yu from various worlds, and their combat power was off the charts.

"These few crooked lads think they can catch my boss? They should take a good look at themselves!" Kong Yang mocked, his tone full of disdain.

The two sides were locked in a standoff, and the atmosphere was tense and ready to clash.

The general's confidant had thought he could easily defeat Lin Yu, but he hadn't expected the opponent to be so powerful, and for a moment he hesitated.

The surrounding people also stopped to watch, and were impressed by Lin Yu's power.

Lin Yu remained completely calm. Lying on the bed, he slowly said, "I have a treasure that I wish to offer to the Emperor." He paused, then looked at the General's confidant, "Go back and tell the General... that I, Lin Yu, am utterly loyal to the Emperor and have no other intentions whatsoever!"

The next day, Lin Yu brought his so-called "treasure"—his bed—to an audience with the emperor.

Seeing Lin Yu's honesty, the emperor's last doubts vanished.

"Minister Lin, you truly are my most trusted minister!" The emperor was overjoyed and patted Lin Yu's shoulder heavily.

The general was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

He originally intended to use this opportunity to get rid of Lin Yu, but unexpectedly, it made him even more favored by the emperor.

Lin Yu returned to his residence, a barely perceptible sneer appearing on his face.

He knew very well that the struggle was far from over.

In the stillness of the night, Lin Yu lay in bed, gazing at the bright moonlight outside the window, and murmured to himself, "The game has only just begun..."

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed by...