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 6]

At the abrupt action, Hu Lijing all but jolted as he reeled back, eyebrows raised in question as he looked between the delicately covered box and Li Xinyuan, frowning. "Just what in the world?"

Realising that he might have overreacted, Li Xinyuan cleared his throat, took a deep breath and without a word just simply shook his head.

Disbelieving, Hu Lijing looked at him, the box and then the beautiful, snow-white bird, taking in its delicate appearance and the long tail that swished about. "Who is it from?" He gestured at the box.

However, before Li Xinyuan could so much as think of how to answer, the bird perched on his forearm spoke up. Yes, it spoke. In human language, its voice, regal and calm.

"This gift is given to Doctor Li from His Highness the Crown Prince. I too am part of the gift," said the bird, bowing its head slightly.

Dancing Daffodils — II