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)
Zopyra — VII
Hu Lijing snapped out of the trip down the memory lane. Eyelids fluttered open as he straightened up, pushing forward from the back of the chair as the warm light of the sun spilled inside from the window.
Amber eyes gleamed wetly as he bowed his head, wiping away the moisture with his fingertips as he let out a sigh.
He deserved this sadness, without a doubt. This grief, this distinct feeling of loss was more than well deserved, even.
Hu Lijing's lips quivered ever so slightly as he leaned forward, elbows propped on the table as he rested his forehead against his intertwined fingers, trying to compose himself.
Sooner than later, the nine-tailed divine fox spirit managed to gather his thoughts, holding onto the scattering pieces of his waning heart, Hu Lijing raised his head, grabbing a recent hunting record one of the new generation foxes had submitted to him earlier today.