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)
Crimson Spider Lily — I
Indistinctly muffled sobs were interspersed with the rushing yet soothing noise of flowing river. The newly sprouted leaves of the towering trees clung to their branches as the mild light of the sun spilled over them, casting their looming shadows on the green forest floor under them.
Since the winter has long since passed, the river and its water was no longer frozen, its flow vigorous as it streamed through the heart of the forest, its water relentlessly crashing and tearing through the rocks scattered throughout.
Even after a long time, the sobs showed no signs of decreasing, the voice turned hoarse yet the grief palpable in their choked misery seemed to only increase as time went on.
The birds no longer chirped, their once joyous trills quietening into silence as they fell into deaf ears with no one to appreciate the sweet quality of their songs.