The Beloved Cannon Fodder (Quick Transmigration)

This story has reached the end of its reverse V! Thank you, dearies, for all your encouragement and support! Please also support the upcoming story in my author profile, "The Villain Suddenly Got a Face"! I beg you all! "The Villain Suddenly Got a Face": Serious Synopsis [Jealousy, greed, pride...] Even if you are evil incarnate, I will still rush to you without hesitation. Not-so-serious synopsis: [Jealousy Makes Me Unrecognizable] Pei Yunqing is the head disciple of Kongyan Sect. On the surface, he is a paragon of refinement, peerless beneath the heavens, the unattainable moonlight in the hearts of all three thousand disciples of Kongyan Sect. In reality, he's narrow-minded and, were it not for his gender, would be a textbook jealous wife. No one else is allowed to touch what he likes. He's been burning with jealousy for years, yet not a single person has seen through his vile true nature. His junior apprentice brother, the one he has poisoned most deeply, has no idea of the truth and still begs for his attention, wagging his tail: Senior Brother, look at me... Pei Yunqing: What an idiot. As long as you still have Master's attention, there can be no room for you in my heart. Master: My disciple's possessiveness toward me is quite strong! [Greed Makes Me Disown My Own Family] Pei Yunqing is the Emperor of Li. He's the most unreasonable emperor around, and with one absurd excuse, he personally clipped the wings of the national hero general he once doted on most. The Kingdom of Li has lost a mighty general. They say emperors are heartless, but the battered general knows that an emperor's affection is even more terrifying. His life is too short to withstand the emperor's favor. Especially since that favor was twisted from the very beginning. Pei Yunqing: My dear minister, you may fly, but you've flown a little too far from me. Your Majesty is displeased. A certain favored consort in the imperial harem, who appeared out of nowhere: I hate you! You tyrant! Prince Regent: Qingqing, you've done very well. Your imperial bearing is on full display. [Pride Keeps Me from Lowering My Head] Tentative Pei Yunqing: Who do you think likes you? A boy in faded clothes: I don't need you to like me. Pei Yunqing: Hah, as if you're worthy. You're just a poor kid with a few coins rattling around in your pocket. Pei Yunqing: I'm this awful, and you still like me? The protagonists nod vigorously: As long as it's you, you're all we could ever want. Below is the synopsis for this story: [The Fake Moonlight of the Cultivation World] Mini-theater version Junior apprentice brother: Senior Brother, I have a secret to tell you. Did you know I've loved you for years? Jing Huai, curious: If I find out, will you kill me to keep me quiet? Junior apprentice brother, looking pitiful: ...How can you say that, Senior Brother? You're trampling all over my feelings. I'm heartbroken! Jing Huai, frowning: This is a sin, a sin! Don't be sad, Junior Brother. I'll apologize with my life right now! Junior apprentice brother continues looking pitiful: Senior Brother, don't do that. I won't feel any sense of achievement. Jing Huai, indulgent: Okay, come on, here's the knife! [Is It Harder to Be Reclusive or to Be a Younger Brother?] Mini-theater version Older brother: Why is my little brother so sweet and adorable? Jing Huai, looking obedient: Because I'm afraid you'll throw me away. Older brother, worried: Is your illness acting up again? Why are you thinking such silly things? Jing Huai: ...Do you have any medicine? Older brother: Isn't having me enough? I'm the most miraculous medicine there is. Jing Huai: ...I'm not sure that's scientifically sound. [I'm a Gorgeous Flower of Wealth and Splendor!] Mini-theater version Tutor: The young heir has been working harder lately! Jing Huai, writing furiously: Of course. I'm trying to write a few more little caterpillars to disgust you! The tutor raises an eyebrow: The young heir has been doing so well. He deserves a reward! Jing Huai: I want a day off to visit a brothel! Tutor: ...Go dream about it in my bed instead. Jing Huai: Thanks for the offer, but I have my own bed. [The Pretty Boy in the Apocalypse] Mini-theater version Senior: Junior, do you need me to protect you? Jing Huai, mumbling: I think Senior Lingyang has done a pretty good job protecting me... The senior, smiling: Oh? Is that so? Jing Huai, trembling: Lingyang isn't as strong and intimidating as you, Senior. You're the one who makes me feel safest! The senior's violent, blood-red pupils return to normal black, and he looks somewhat satisfied: At least you have a conscience! Jing Huai nods frantically: Absolutely! ...Jing Huai: In a word, being cannon fodder is hard!