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)
Thalassotélos — XXII
After Hu Lijing regained consciousness, it took him a few moments to reorient himself as he blinked, slowly, sluggishly as he tried to chase away the blur that clouded his vision, like a slab of glass casting a shadow of opacity in his eyes.
His mind was slow, drinking in the sight above him as his body adjusted to having more energy.
And then…
He saw Long ZhenHai, the dragon's body looming over him, his handsome visage gazing down at him with a familiar and ever so gentle smile curved upon his lips.
For a split second, Hu Lijing's heart skipped a beat or two, ramming against his chest with a stutter as he blinked, thoughts crashing for a moment.
But then, he remembered.
The confession, the broken words, the disbelieving plea, a desperate question.
The nine-tailed fox's heart ceased, breath stuttering against his chest as it caught in his throat, before his mind could muster up any coherent, proper thought, his body reacted.