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Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]

(I owe everyone 10 chapters.) [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 --- 100-150 PS = 1 extra chapter on Sunday 25, 50, 75... Golden Tickets = 1 extra chapter on Sunday 3-5 Gifts = 1 extra chapters (or more depending on the value of the gifts)

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Crimson Spider Lily — VII

Li Xinyuan turned to look at him for a brief moment before raising his head to affix his gaze to the hues of rolling blue and black splashed with scattered stars of the night sky as he let out a hum.

"Where do I fall, you ask?" He smiled wryly, the expression itself being more dry than anything else. "I served not much of a big role," he paused, one hand rising up, fingers splayed out loosely as he stared at the sky, fingers moving as if to touch the beautiful stars.

"It… Was a brilliant world. And in that brilliance of lengthy and complicated equations—" he grinned ever so slightly, the gold in his eyes melting to give way to nothing but pure appreciation "—I was merely a feeble, twinkling star living his days, hanging by a strong thread. But it was a rather knotty thread."