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
Zopyra — VI
That fallout had happened more than six hundred years ago. Now, Hu Lijing was almost a thousand years old.
A lot of things had transpired in the years that faded away. Countless seasons changed, generations changed and in Hu Lijing's very long lifespan, he witnessed birth of many, fall of a few and passing of one too many spirits.
Hu Lijing heaved a sigh, sitting behind his desk as he filed through the scrolls, eyebrows drawn on a furrow.
His pointed fox ears lay flat on his head in dejection as he read the content of the scroll, amber eyes flickering swiftly.
As he sat on the chair, nine fully formed tails swished around with a partially formed tenth tail symbolising his old age in spite of the youthful face.
With another heavy sigh, the divine fox spirit put the scroll down and closed his eyes, leaning against the back of the chair as he pressed his fingers on his eyelids.