BambooFirefly

[WSA 2024 Entry]

[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

Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]

Hu Lijing didn't know what to say, much less think. Ideally, he should have been happy, delighted even.

The child in his womb was sired by none other than the person loved with all his heart and his soul.

The child in his womb belonged to Long ZhenHai, there was no doubt about that. None. After all, no one but Long ZhenHai had touched him so intimately since the day they were born till today.

But at that moment, Hu Lijing felt none of the said happiness. His heart was thundering against his chest, hammering into his ribs as blood rushed against his ears, his mind blank and body feeling cold.

As though he had been thrown into an ice cellar.

His trembling hands found their way to his belly as he glanced at himself every so often. Feeling happy? Delighted?

Thalassotélos — VIII