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Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]

[WSA 2024 Entry] [The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.] --- 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 Yang? ML: Don't want to. Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why? ML: Are you pushing me away? Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ

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Shrivelled Forget-me-not — V

Gone in the misery was he whom flames had sired, gone in the agony of loss was he whom the flames had empowered.

Scorching ambers was his beginning, would the same flames be his end? That was yet to be known.

Though, as far as anyone knew, it was simply not possible. It was in the nature of fiery embers to be destructive but to be warm, inviting and loving.

It is warmth like a gentle embrace of a mother a few would never know.

In spite of the destruction it wrought, the pain it inflicted, at its core fire was a warm phenomenon.

How could it bear to incinerate its own, its creation, with its own flames? That was simply unimaginable.

Unlike the coldness of water.

Water was gentle, the water was enduring. But at its very core, water was always much more destructive, much more ruthless than any fire could ever be.

It was in its nature. Cruelty and coldness. Indifference and agony.