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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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Thalassotélos — XXIII

A fortnight later, with the first ray of the rising sun on the dawn of the summer solstice, what remained of surviving immortal spirits arrived en masse at the site where Hu Lijing's execution was to be held, their arrival accompanied by the warm sun falling on their bodies and heralded by the tumultuous cacophony of their fearful and subdued chatters.

The crowd gathered together, drawn to each other by the shared experience of having survived a calamity of the highest calibre.

Hushed chatters, idle gossip and tentative words went around, one voice saying something and another something else. Some chimed in, some interjected.

But there was one common subject of their harsh words, the nine-tailed fox who was to be executed today.

"—I heard he's a ferocious looking monster, fiery and destructive like the fire he was born from—"