BambooFirefly

(I owe everyone 4 chapters.)

[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]

The surgeon didn't know how long the entire process took before the light and the runes around Hu Lijing's body faded into nothingness as if they were never there in the first place.

Or he just didn't bother caring. Mainly because he was too preoccupied with watching the enthralling glow and the fantastical runes. Truthfully, this was the first time — in both of his lives — that something so close to magic had happened in front of his eyes.

When the nine-tailed fox opened his eyes slowly, the gaze hidden behind his eyelids was calm as he spared a quick glance at Sui Yue before toying with it a little as he tossed it towards Li Xinyuan.

The surgeon instinctively extended his hand to grab a hold of the weapon thrown at his face by the fox spirit, the action being entirely devoid of conscious thoughts.

Just before the halberd fell into his hand, Hu Lijing's warning floated into his ears—

Buds of A Marigold — VIII