[The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.]

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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 Namgung?

ML: Don't want to.

Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why?

ML: Are you pushing me away?

Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ

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Transmigrated (sometimes) Loud Mouthed MC x Indulgent (Enabler) ML, Slightly Pyromaniac Fox Spirit x CEO of unconditional love Dragon Spirit, Morally Questionable DILF Cultivator x Reincarnated Fox Spirit with very low self-esteem. 

CW: Deaths, PTSD, Blood, Explicit Smut, and so many more.

This novel is as much of a journey of healing, self-forgiveness, pain, misery, grief, death, and depression etc, as it is a story of friendship, unconditional love. Self-exploration and dark themes go hand in hand with light ones. It is as much of a waltz as it is a discordant symphony of a past that haunts almost all characters.

I hope you will give my cuties a chance. Oh, right, the synopsis may be a wee-bit misleading—quite light-hearted.

Stubborn as he was, despite the difficult and rather hopeless nature of Namgung Hyein's case Li Xinyuan persistently snuck into her resting place to gradually help her.


"Today, I will be performing light surface debridement on your feet. It will be helpful in removal of deceased tissues in them." He tried to explain softly, carefully settling on the ground. "You should, perhaps, abstain from looking."


He gave her a smile, but it was more a grimace.


Gingerly, he grabbed one of her feet and propped it on his thigh at an elevation. "Look away." He advised before slowly unravelling the loosened binding.


Over the course of these past few days, he had gradually loosened the bindings to allow her feet to breathe. The process itself was slow so that her body may adapt to the eventual change, lest the blood flow and several other things worsen the pitiful state of her feet.


Chapter 167 - Preening Black Dahlia — VIII