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[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 7]

The grey curtains of the carriage window rustled as the cold monsoon wind billowed them into disorder, the soft sheer caressed the side of the youth's face as he sat with his legs crossed one over the other and body leaned towards the open window as he sat with his eyes closed, seemingly in deep contemplation as he sat in silence.

Uncaring was he of the sheer kissing the porcelain of his handsome face, eyebrows drawn together in a frown as he hummed to himself, locks of his raven hair billowing from the waterfall of their freedom.

Dancing Daffodils — III