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]

Why was it so cold? Was it his body that felt cold or was it his heart that had been reduced to nothing but a muscle merely beating to keep him alive?

Why couldn't he feel anything? Why could he hear nothing but deathly silence so eerie that it made his skin crawl?

His body did not hurt. For it was a mere husk of what he had once been. His bones rattled, his heart beating out a frantic rhythm. Frenzy flowed in his veins and emptiness resonated in his person.

Blood flowed down his head, smeared on his face was the darkened red fluid, viscous and disgustingly warm as it trickled down the trails of his — let down and tangled — hair. It was bone-chilling as it whispered softly against his skin, peeking through the ups and downs of his features, dripping down his elegant brows, down his long lashes as he forgot to even blink.

Zopyra — XI