After Reincarnation I became villainess

his real feelings

Scene: Prince Xuming’s Revelation

Four days. Four endless days and nights had passed since Xu Dao collapsed. The poison had ravaged her body, leaving her pale and unmoving, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. But Prince Xuming refused to leave her side—not for a moment, not even for a single breath. His kingdom, his duties, his responsibilities, all of it faded into the background as he kept vigil over her unconscious form. Every hour without her stirring felt like an eternity.

The weight of uncertainty crushed him.

He couldn’t understand it. How had it come to this? How had Xu Dao—cunnig, quiet Dao—ended up like this? Poisoned, betrayed, framed? The accusations against her seemed far too vile to be true, yet her enemies were real, their hands clearly behind the attacks on her. And then there was Bao Bao, who came to him again and again, pleading for him to listen.

"It’s not me ! You have to believe me! Someone is framing me!" Bao Bao had begged, desperation thick in her voice, but Xuming didn’t falter. Not once. His mind was made up. His trust was already fractured. Bao Bao's insistence only added to his doubts, but something about her actions made him wary. Was she protecting someone? Was she guilty too?

He needed answers, and the answers were not coming from the people around him. They were in the silence of the night, in the shadows of her room.

On the fifth night, as the soft moonlight filtered through the curtains, Xuming sat at her bedside, gazing at her lifeless form. The weight of his thoughts was unbearable. His hands clenched, and his mind, clouded by guilt, wandered to the things he had done—things he could never take back. He had believed the worst in her. Had he been too quick to judge? Too proud to listen?

The soft rustling of paper broke his reverie. His eyes flicked toward the desk across the room. A small, folded letter lay atop a stack of her papers, its seal unbroken. For a moment, Xuming hesitated. Should he? Should he trust this moment? His heart raced, but something told him that this letter held the key—the truth he’d been searching for.

He stood and crossed the room silently, his boots barely making a sound on the wooden floor. His fingers trembled as he picked up the letter, breaking the seal with more force than necessary. The parchment inside was old, the ink slightly faded, but the words were unmistakable.

"You will do as I say, or I will destroy everything you hold dear. Your father will never be nice person. You are nothing but a pawn. Do not think for a moment that your love for him can save him."

Xuming’s heart stilled. His mind reeled.

The letter was from her father. The man he had heard rumors about, but never truly understood. A man of power, cruelty, and ruthless ambition

Prince Xuminng's eyes widened in shock as he gazed at Xu Maiyi's lifeless form in his arms. He had thought he knew her, thought she was a cunning and manipulative woman who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. But now, he realized that he had been wrong.

She was not the mastermind behind the poisoning attempt. She was not the one who had been manipulating him all along. She was just a simple girl, a pawn in a much larger game.

The prince's mind reeled as he thought about all the times he had misjudged Xu Maiyi. He had thought she was using her charms to manipulate him, but now he realized that she was just trying to survive.

He thought about her family, about the way they had used and abused her. He thought about the way they had manipulated her, using her as a pawn in their own game of power and deception.

The prince's anger and frustration boiled over, and he let out a mighty roar. He strode through the palace, Xu Maiyi still clutched in his arms, determined to confront her family and demand answers.