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]

[Bonus Chapter 8]

Muted footsteps groaned as they trampled upon the branches and twigs that fell under the combined weight of the man's feet and the thick layer of untimely and pristine snow that covered the entire forest floor, the flakes weighing down on the branches of those age old trees that towered aboveground, their leaves shaking in the unforgivable blizzard.

The man hunched over from shivering trembling under the might of the forced winter, sunken and gaunt cheeks hardened in purple hues as the man advanced through the snow, laboriously raising his feet from under the blanket of snow.

Slowly the man rubbed his frozen hands together, endeavouring to produce some warmth in his numb body as he panted, white mist puffing out of his mouth with every inhale and exhale.

Dancing Daffodils — IV