I Became a Cannon Fodder and Turned into a Layabout [Book Transmigration]

Blurb:

① Qin Zhen transmigrates into the body of a cannon-fodder man doomed to have his entire family executed. When he opens his eyes, he finds himself face-to-face with a tyrant's bloodshot, vicious eyes. The tyrant wears black and red wedding robes, and a few spots of blood stain the twelve strands of white jade beads hanging from his crown. A few drops of blood spatter his almost eerily handsome face, making him look all the more terrifying.

"Hic!"

While every palace servant in the room holds their breath in fear, Qin Zhen, collapsed on the floor, suddenly lets out a loud hiccup. Then he can't stop, hiccuping over and over with the force of a rooster announcing dawn.

Thanks to this embarrassing mishap, as the tyrant's bloodied sword tip is about to slice his throat, Qin Zhen feels not only fear, but also relief that his next life is about to begin.

But the tyrant doesn't kill him. Not only that, he even bestows on him the resounding title of Lord Changming.

Qin Zhen: "..."

Don't think I can't tell you're mocking me just because you're being subtle, you tyrant of an emperor!

② After narrowly escaping with his life, Qin Zhen starts sorting out his new body's family situation. He's the youngest son of a three-dynasty Imperial Tutor, and both his older brothers are upright officials at court. He's also a celebrated young scholar, but before he can even be appointed to office, the old emperor betroths him to the crown prince with a single decree, simply because the Director of the Imperial Astronomy Bureau has calculated that he was born with the fate of a phoenix and can bring auspicious blessings to the dynasty.

Qin Zhen: Damn this feudal superstition!

The original body's close friend, Prince Jing, tries to talk him into following the original owner's path to death with his silver tongue. Qin Zhen, who only wants to be a quiet, contented salted fish, would love to drag him straight to Qianyuan Hall and have the tyrant snap the culprit's neck. Unfortunately, the man is too strong, so he gives up. Instead, in the dead of night, he kneels on his bed with the dagger Prince Jing gave him and tearfully pleads with the tyrant: I really just want to be a salted fish, damn it!

The tyrant's face is shadowed and inscrutable. After a long pause, he snaps the dagger in two with a flick of his finger. Under Qin Zhen's Godzilla-like stare, he strokes the salted fish's tail. His crimson lips are as alluring as spring water. "All right, I know you're good."

The salted fish fearfully grabs the hand that's reached his neck. If you know I'm good, then stop touching me! Don't you know you could snap a salted fish's neck with those hands?

Couple: A secretly foul-mouthed but outwardly timid, lazy bottom x a sinister emperor who could snap someone's neck

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