BambooFirefly

[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 Namgung?

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]

Exams are coming. Dear readers, I MIGHT be cooked

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[Bonus chapter 1]

"Jing'ge?" Long ZhenHai called out to him – out of the blue – as they sat side-by-side whilst facing the sea doing nothing, his voice held a contemplative cadence to it as he turned his head towards the nine-tailed fox spirit.

Hu Lijing let out an inquiring hum in return as he tore his gaze away from the rolling waves of the vast blue sea stretched infinitely in front of them.

"Hm?" He raised a quizzical eyebrow at the dragon of the infinite sea. "What is it?" Though he felt rather displeased about being knocked out of his thoughts, it was but a small matter when compared with the importance Long ZhenHai held in his heart.

"If one of these days into the future," the dragon began, his words filled with an exasperating drawl as he spoke. "I were to die, how would Jing'ge react?"

Buds Of A Marigold – XI