Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]

Swaying Gladiolus - IV

— [How to get yourself a wife 101: by Crown Prince.
Step 1: Compliment your wife's swordplay.
Step 2: Don't forget to insult your wife's sword.
Step 3: Give a cunning smile and bribe your wife with gifts (this step is subject to failure since your wife may not be naive.)
Step 4: Get rejected unless you're the Crown Prince (Important: You must be handsome!)] +5
↳
— [Lmao, op wtf ㅋㅋㅋㅋ] +0
— [Why don't you just tell them they are ugly and they should not try to shoot their short 2333!] +2
— [Instructions unclear, now I have a restraining order against me TT] +1
    ↳
— [Bro, what did you do? XD] +0
    —› [Bro, I insulted my crush’s sword.] +0
    —› [Rip bro, no one can save you.] +0

Li Xinyuan lowered his gaze, eyelids fluttering as he struggled to contain his laugh. The bullet comments flashed past his eyes as he sat with his head bowed, fists clenched on his lap, shoulders trembling ever so slightly.

What the hell was wrong with these people? He wondered, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Most importantly, what retarded part of the internet did he miss in the pursuit of a successful career, segregated from the bullshit from people?

It was… Fun, never mind that they were having fun at his expanse.

At that thought, Li Xinyuan's expression cooled a little as he raised his head, eyes cast down, determined to not meet the Crown Prince's appraising eyes.

He looked up, just in time to see another batch of bullet comments float by.

— [Ahh! YuanYuan has a personality now!] +2

— [Yes! The Imperial Consort isn't just a pretty face in a passing mention anymore!] +2

— [The author is actually revising this novel, rejoice sisters!] +1

After the comments disappeared, a simple panel took their place. It had only one line written on it.

[Current Points: 21]

Tearing his eyes away from the floating double-digit number, Li Xinyuan chose to look out of the window, making no move to break the silence between them.

The silence was not even suffocating, anyway. He could easily bear it. Not to mention that the earlier debacle left him feeling a little mentally exhausted.

Killing people, humans, was not an easy thing. It never was. Nor will it ever be, perhaps. But this was the life Li Xinyuan was partially destined for since he had been reborn (read: transmigrated) into a character who was bound to be surrounded by a life full of blood, of people, of enemies. And then he himself took on the path of a doctor under the tutelage of the Divine Phoenix which also meant that regardless of what he did, some people were bound to be after him.

If only for the name and the status attached to him, and that too without taking into account his own fame as a doctor.

Li Xinyuan heaved a sigh, what a tough life to live. While musing to himself in the depth of his own mind, the surgeon froze a thought coming to his conscience unbidden.

He was destined to marry this man — who right now was — sitting right across from him. He was destined to become the Crown Prince's ‘wife’ and later — upon his ascension up the throne — his ‘Imperial Consort’.

Oh, fuck. The palace, the harem… They were another can of worms altogether.

He was screwed, wasn't he?

Li Xinyuan ducked his head, twisting his slender fingers as he grimaced. Out of all the possible characters… The person he shared his name with just had to be someone married to the Crown Prince, even if only in name, didn't it?