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)
Buds of A Marigold — V
Present.
Li Xinyuan opened his eyes, golden irises gleaming as he gazed up at the sky in a blank manner, his arms slackened as he once again collapsed on the grass, letting out a deep breath.
His hand once more stretched towards the sky, his eyes unfocused as he closed his fist around the crescent moon.
"That was then, this is now." He spoke, slowly pulling himself out of the trip down the memory lane. "It has been more than two and a half decades, I'm fine now."
Hu Lijing took a deep breath, staring unblinkingly at the surgeon as he let out a snort. Yeah, sure. He definitely was not lying. At all.
Li Xinyuan could be a terrible liar when he was not putting an effort to lie. Looking at him now, who would want to believe even a single word from his mouth that claimed that he was alright?
Not Hu Lijing. He knew himself and he knew Li Xinyuan well enough. But, he supposes he could let the man live in his bubble a little longer.