BambooFirefly

[WSA 2024 Entry]
(I owe everyone 16 chapters TT I'll deliver them soon, hopefully.)

[The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.]

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Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader.

When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague.

Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he?

No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/"what-if" version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel.

Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem??

What about the Female Lead?

Later:

Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with concubine Yang?

ML: Don't want to.

Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why?

ML: Are you pushing me away?

Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ

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Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]

Li Xinyuan's breath hitched, fists clenching harder on his lap as he looked at Li Jinhua, dazed and unable to understand what was reality, what was a dream—better yet, a nightmare.

He stared at his auntie, confusion filling his features to the brim, even overwhelming all over his body as his mouth fell open.

Why was she sounding so befuddled? It was as if she was hearing Hu Lijing's name for the first time!

Internally, the surgeon shook his head as a stray thought passed through his mind.

It couldn't be that Hu Lijing was just a figment of his imagination, right? What about the sixteen years he'd spent with the older male?

Were they just a speck of his imagination? Wait a freaking minute? What if this life—no, hold up… What if his last life was nothing but a daydream his brain has made up?

Shrivelled Forget-me-not — III