Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]
[WSA 2024 Entry] (I owe everyone 12 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 — XV
Long ZhenHai didn't have an idea when of how this chaos started, for him, one moment he was busy trying to break away from the chains shackling him like a caged dog as he watched the arrogant dragon run off, and the next the loud noise of emergency gong was resounding throughout the clan's premises.
The abrupt shift, the whiplash worthy change going all around him was more than enough to make his head spin.
On moment, he was lying in front of his bed, braced against its skeleton as he stewed in the resentful misery of his forced solitude and the next, a familiar servant burst into his room, the sheer panic etched on his features making Long ZhenHai frown almost imperceptibly under the veil of his hair.
In front of his eyes, the young dragon rushed towards him, distress in his eyes and panic under his feet as he hurried to kneel beside Long ZhenHai's hunched form, his trembling hands reaching to free him from those chains that bound him for decades on end.