Transmigration: The Fate of the Villainess

Bai Yu internally questioned herself. There’s a woman like this in Ouyang Feilong’s palace too? She pressed her lips together. The bundle was put down on the table next to her seat. Then, she halted her thoughts as she stood to give the prince a curtsy. After greeting him, she took off the hat and revealed her beautiful face.

“So you’ve come to take your brother back from benwang?”

It was impossible for Ouyang Feilong to not know how much worry she was holding in. Still, he could not bear to see his little fool maintaining a calm face while the turmoil behind her eyes seemed ready to burst at any moment.

“Wangye, please do not tease me so.”

“Benwang wants to see you smile.”

Because he could not do it on his own.

Bai Yu shook her head. She walked toward the man who teased her with reddened eyes. She did not know whether it was caused by the lack of sleep or the crying. Her hand touched the enchanting face she loved so much. Ouyang Feilong was clearly exhausted.

“I cannot smile as well. But I can cry for Wangye.”

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“Then I’ll leave it to you…” His larger hand covered hers. Warmth penetrated deep into her heart. “…Because benwang has much left to take care of.”

Bai Yu looked into the eyes that tried to bury sorrow under duty. The golden eyes stared back at her in the same way.

The Empress Dowager’s decree this morning… Ouyang Feilong knew, but he still had so many things to do…

“I am a selfish woman.” She chose to bring a burden to him, even though he did not have enough time to even sleep. “I came here because I have a question that will make things more complicated for Wangye.”

Ouyang Feilong arched his brow. He asked nothing, but his gaze was fixed on her.

Bai Yu moved her hand that touched his cheek before taking his larger hand that was over hers and turning it palm up. Her slender finger moved upon his palm, writing one word that contained tremendous meaning.

‘Throne’ Bai Yu stared at the invisible letter she had written on Ouyang Feilong’s palm. His golden eyes were looking in the same direction in silence.

“Does Wangye want it?” Her heart was pounding so forcefully that she felt like it could burst out of her chest. She feared his answer so much.

“Benwang never wanted it.” It was as expected.

The Black Dragon never wanted the throne. Freedom was the only thing he longed for.

“I…” She let go of his hand. She closed her mouth and pressed her lips tightly together, trying to swallow back the solid ball in her throat. Her eyes felt so hot that she could not look at him. She could only close her eyes and stand still.

Ouyang Feilong pulled her into his embrace.

“There was one thing Brother had tried to do all his life: give benwang freedom.” When mentioning his older brother, his voice became lower and softer, as if he had lost all his strength to utter the words.

“Now he’s gone. Other than you, benwang only has…freedom.”

All his life, Ouyang Feilong…could never choose for himself.

His mother had drawn the path he would take. His brother would try to make him happy. And today, without Ouyang Hongxian, the only two things Ouyang Feilong had left should have been something that remained with him until he grew old.

Why did he have to choose…?

For Ouyang Feilong right now, choices were not always a good thing.

Bai Yu nodded at Ouyang Feilong’s chest. Feeling as if all energy had left her body, she leaned onto his strong chest. She could no longer suppress the hotness on the rim of her eyes. Tears flowed down her cheeks.

She understood. She understood him the most. But what would she do now? What should she do…

“Xiao Yu.” His large hand tenderly stroked her hair. Hot lips pressed into a gentle kiss on her hair that was filled with every emotion he wished to convey through his touches.

As an apology.

These words… He was as selfish as she was.

“L…let me…hic…” Bai Yu wiped her tears and tried to speak to the man who held her back with a hug. “…Please let me go back…”

“Can you not go yet?” His arms tightened. He did not want her to disappear. He wanted her to stay as long as possible.

“I can’t…”

I can’t be with you.

She could only let that remain as a thought. She had no strength left to form it into words. Still, even without this straightforward exchange, Bai Yu could already guess what Ouyang Feilong’s answer meant. In the end, she had to accept the reality that both of them had to face. It was hard to cope, but Bai Yu accepted Ouyang Feilong’s every decision.

His destiny was never on this path in the first place, and she should not pull him into it.

She should not take freedom away from him, only to free herself from the cruel fate. And above all…she should not steal from someone else’s husband.

Bai Yu saw…the second consort’s gaze when she looked at her and Ouyang Feilong. In her hands was a tray with tea and teacups, the things she had intended to bring the first time she left the room. The consort was the one to cast her gaze down and silently retreat while she was crying in Ouyang Feilong’s arms. That second consort was also crying, alone.

She came here with hope, hoping that Ouyang Feilong would choose to fight for the throne for her. She hoped that ‘love’ would make him willing to do it for her. And she hoped to be the only one married to him.

Those were all because of ‘love.’

Even without considering the throne…her marriage and her love for him would still hurt many more women. It would be no different from what Bai Hua and Ouyang Mingxian had done to her in their first life. The only reason was ‘love.’ If she continued to be stubborn, then how would she be different from Bai Hua?

This choice Ouyang Feilong made was the best option…

Bai Yu wiped her face again, trying to hold back tears. She moved away from the arms that were always warm. Even though her eyes were swollen and wet with tears, she smiled at him.

“I have no busine—mmph”

A thumb was pressed onto her lips. His hand touched her soft cheek before applying more force to his thumb to emphasize his thoughts: no speaking.

“You still have business here,” Ouyang Feilong whispered. Their faces were unbearably close.

“Little fool.” He lowered his face until their foreheads touched. The tips of their noses slightly grazed each other’s.

“Tell benwang, what business did you come here for?”

“I have no business here…”

Ouyang Feilong ignored her words. His fingertip gently wiped the tears away from her cheek. Then, he smiled.

Bai Yu stared at Ouyang Feilong’s smile, stunned. What did he mean with this smile?

“Benwang allows you to ask again.”

Bai Yu blinked.

Ouyang Feilong could not wait any longer for her to come to the conclusion by herself. Her tearful face made it impossible for him to let her ponder on her own. He moved his hands and opened his palms in front of her. Bai Yu stared confusedly at Ouyang Feilong’s hands.

Seeing her confusion, Ouyang Feilong took the liberty of holding her hand. He controlled Bai Yu’s finger to write one letter in the air.

“To answer your question…” Ouyang Feilong spoke, his eyes still on the letter that was created by her fingertip. “Benwang never wanted the throne.”

Bai Yu stared at the word that was written without ink. She knew what he wrote…

‘Yu’

“This is what benwang wants.”

Bai Yu looked up at Ouyang Feilong. She could not believe what she was hearing was true. Ouyang Feilong could not help but let out a laugh at the perplexity in her eyes.

“Little fool, benwang doesn’t want the throne, but that does not mean benwang doesn’t want you.”

“But Wangye said…”

Said that he chose freedom, didn’t he?

“What did benwang say?” His smile was teasing her.

“Go away!” She turned her face away from his hand that was trying to wipe away her tears. The smile he had made her face hot, both from embarrassment and anger. Did he intentionally trick her?

“Don’t cry.”

“And who’s the cause?” Though her heart no longer felt like it was held in an invisible grip, tears still kept falling. Bai Yu could feel that her heart was slowly letting go…

“What did benwang do?” He feigned innocence while letting her pinch him to vent her embarrassment.

“Wangye said that Wangye doesn’t want the throne. And I thought I was abandoned. I thought—”

“You can only marry benwang.”

“But what about Wangye’s consorts?” She could not overlook that problem…

“You said you’re a selfish woman… Benwang is no different.”

“But that…” Bai Yu dared not argue because of the gaze he used to look at her. What was she thinking, wanting to be a good person now? Hesitated, Bai Yu evaded Ouyang Feilong’s eyes.

“Xiao Yu.” His voice was firmer. His finger came to lift her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His beautiful face, more enchanting than normal men’s, studied her with seriousness.

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Benwang cannot bear to see you become someone else’s; benwang cannot endure even a thought. Can you bear it? Seeing benwang with another woman who isn’t you?”

The answer was no!

She could not bear it, and she was not in the status of having to do so. The wall of morality was knocked down by a single question… She was already born as the villainess.

If she had to be wicked to get her love…then she was willing to be wicked again!

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Bai Yu looked at his solemn face. Two pairs of eyes met, exchanging every emotion that they did not need words to convey. No matter how wicked she was, this man was willing to be the same as her.

Warmth seeped into her heart… She took a deep breath to call forth her courage once more before uttering the question that she should be asking him right now… The simple words that would eternally tie two hearts together.

“Feilong… Will you abandon your freedom for me?”

That first time, she had asked the wrong question, and it led to a great misunderstanding. If Bai Yu had asked this question to Ouyang Feilong from the start…

“Xiao Yu…” Ouyang Feilong would answer this to Bai Yu from the start.

“I no longer have freedom, ever since the day I met you.”