Is My Whole Family Doomed to Be Cannon Fodder? I'll Carry Them to Victory

In my previous life, I was a workaholic. In this one, I'm five years old. The moment I opened my eyes, I found myself in a book as a minor character doomed to die young.

My whole family dies? My five older brothers meet tragic ends? I looked at the King of Hell's consolation package in my hands, a max-level lucky koi physique, and smiled.

From then on, my depressed mother became a titled lady, and my down-on-his-luck father rose to the highest rank in the court.

My five brothers, all destined for miserable futures, clung to my chubby little legs one after another:

Big Brother: “Whatever my little sister says is right!”

Second Brother: “Anyone who dares mess with my little sister, I'll wipe out their whole family!”

Life grew more carefree by the day. But why does the pitiful boy I casually picked up by the roadside look at me more and more strangely?

Then, at the palace banquet, he appeared in imperial robes and pointed at me in front of all the civil and military officials. “My Empress, it's been a long time.”