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

May have no updates

[Bonus 3]

Watching the empty husk of the man he had loved so deeply that it hurt to even think of him, Li Xinyuan — to some extent — understood what was the type of love Hu Lijing had for Long ZhenHai, and how could he not, the said man had been a sweetheart if everything that Hu Lijing told him was not a lie.

So yes, watching the lifeless, soulless husk of that man, watching his corpse burn up to cinders as the flames that had birthed the nine-tailed fox spirit devoured his lover, swallowing and swallowing; plundering and incinerating him until there was left nothing of him but the drifting smoke and cooling ashes.

The surgeon's heart ached fiercely as he watched the look on Hu Lijing's face, the raw heartbreak and sheer agony, not to mention the wet glimmer of barely concealed tears blanketed under the thin and trembling veil of his eyelids whilst the long lashes, laden heavy with tears, shook ever so softly.

Buds of A Marigold — XIII