Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]
[WSA 2024 Entry] [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
Blooming Pansy — I
"Ack— This lowly servant begs for Your Highness' forgiveness!" An old voice squeaked, uncharacteristic to the old age of the speaker, embarrassment coloured the elderly blacksmith's face as he nearly jumped out of his skin, scrambling on his feet to turn around, wishing that he was blind.
He did not know that the Crown Prince and Specter of the Blood Moon had such a good relationship without even getting married yet!
The sudden call snapped the Crown Prince and his soon-to-be wedded out whatever moment they'd been sharing, making them jolt and pull apart from the near-hug, near-kiss position at a neck breaking speed.
"Ah," Liu Mingyun turned towards the speaker, lips covered by his fist as he faked a cough, a deep blush decorating his ears. Beside him, Li Xinyuan looked anywhere, face flushed red and ears burning, but at the Head blacksmith of the Imperial Armoury.