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 — XXIV
The nine-tailed fox bit back a sigh, teeth worrying at the inside of his lips as he bowed his head once more, choosing to remain silent.
When his gaze moved away from them, the crowd collectively let out a sigh of relief. Under his gaze, they'd felt a pressure beyond their endurance. Cold sweat had broken out of their skin as they swallowed but when the fox spirit looked away, they were finally able to breathe.
Quiet murmurs rose among the masses, their anticipation for the impending execution could not be anymore apparent.
The sun and its warm light rose, travelling down the towering mountains to the wasteland of what were the pitiful remains of the dragon clan's territory. Serene yellow rays, trailing down the trees, caressing their rustling leaves as they fell over the people.