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 4]

Li Xinyuan's strong reaction to his words drew a few slow blinks from the nine-tailed fox spirit. For a few seconds Hu Lijing blankly stared down at him, watching as the surgeon emerged from the water, thoroughly drenched.

As if he finally processed his master's startled question, Hu Lijing muttered to himself, his tone filled with inquiry. "Did I perhaps perceive it incorrectly?" The look on his face was of a man lost in fog, wandering around aimlessly.

Li Xinyuan spat out the water filling his mouth as he sucked in a sharp breath, pushing his hair back, he carded his fingers through the raven locks, ears twitching when he heard the fox spirit's question.

Budding Marigold — XIV