I Transmigrated into a Cannon Fodder

Xie Yan transmigrated.

He'd ended up in a body of noble birth: his father was a powerful official, his mother was the emperor's own sister, the emperor was his uncle, and the empress dowager his grandmother. You could say that in his previous life, he'd bribed the King of Hell to be reborn into such a good family.

Unfortunately, despite his noble status, he was fated to die young. He was a cannon-fodder character in someone else's story, and he was destined to die a gruesome death.

Xie Yan: Hah. If I can't afford to provoke them, I'll just stay out of their way! Can't stay out of their way? Fine, I'll kill you first.

The problem was, there was one person he couldn't provoke or avoid, and didn't want to kill, either.

Qi Xiang had thought himself lucky. Sure, plenty of things hadn't gone his way, but he had Xie Yan, and nothing else mattered.

Then he saw that familiar figure hovering around his younger cousin, no longer looking at him, and realized that Heaven really did hold a grudge against him. A grudge so deep it had pierced his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

Just as he'd given up hope, that person appeared before him again, wearing the same familiar, playful smile.

This time, no one was going to take him away.

Theme: Strive to change your fate