I Turned into the Tyrant's Little Bunny, and All the Beastfolk Spoil Me

I transmigrated into a moonlight rabbit who appeared in just three lines in a tyrant novel before dying.

No name, no dialogue, no fighting ability. Cause of death: the tyrant ran me through with one sword. Straight through the heart.

I decided to run. First, I had to eat my fill. I snuck into the imperial kitchen at midnight, only to get caught by the tyrant. He clamped a hand around my throat, and I was so scared I turned back into a rabbit on the spot, trembling all over.

Then he suddenly fell silent. He held me and fell asleep.

From then on, the whole palace searched for a mysterious "fluffy brown creature."

The tyrant searched the entire imperial city, petting rabbits, cats, dogs, and hamsters all day. By the end, his aura was so cold it could freeze the air. The wolf clan's marshal crouched in the imperial kitchen at midnight and secretly left spiced beef in a cupboard. He waited three days without seeing anyone. The coldest deer physician in the Imperial Medical Bureau caught me stealing from her herb garden. She didn't report me, just said, "The plant beside that one isn't bitter."

Me: ??? I'm just a fake rabbit. Don't be like this.

I didn't know I could soothe the tyrant's pain. I didn't know every time I soothed him, it cost me part of my life. I didn't know someone would search the entire imperial city after I disappeared.

I just wanted to run.

But every beastfolk knew: when the emperor saw that round, fluffy brown rabbit, he wanted to hold it; the marshal wanted to feed it; the physician wanted to protect it.

Me: Don't be like this. I'm really just a rabbit.

All the beastfolk: Hush. We're pampering you.