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)
Shrivelled Forget-me-not — I
Without wasting another second, Li Xinyuan pulled off the duvet and swiftly shuffled out of the bed. His long waves dragged behind him on the mattress as he padded off towards the door, the hem of his white night robes dragged on the floor, wide sleeves swaying as he walked.
The dim, cool light of the early morning sky filtered through the window of his room, falling on him, casting a shadow over his person as he held the door handle and pulled it open, eliciting a low groan from the wood.
Slowly, the surgeon pushed himself out through the minute space and looked around, golden eyes squinting as he tried to look for any traces of Hu Lijing.
His ears twitched again, the sparse sound of the amber-haired male's footsteps coming to an abrupt halt as if he either heard Li Xinyuan's movements or sensed his presence.
Swallowing a sigh, Li Xinyuan pursed his lips into a thin line as he walked through the corridor in the dim light of the morning.