The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

He wasn't exactly familiar with the matter of colluding with the rebels, but that didn't mean he had nothing to do with it.

Before the princess came, Cloudtop City was in a state of corruption. Even the city guards' weapons could be smuggled out. Adrian Hesse didn't dare to think about how much of them had passed through the hands of the rebels.

If the princess insists on investigating the alchemical explosives used in the attack on the statue, he, as her biggest protector, will probably lose his head.

Fortunately, the fat governor took drastic measures and massacred half of the officials in the governor's office, and unconditionally carried out all the orders of the princess. This allowed the princess, who was in urgent need of manpower, to uncover the matter.

"It's possible naturally since we have a vested interest in each other." Aphra said calmly.

"Interests? What interests can the Empire and the Rebels have..."

"Assassinating the Sixth Princess of the Empire, is this benefit enough?" Aphra sneered contemptuously.

"Who dares--" Adrian Hesse jumped up, suddenly remembered something, and frowned.

Except for Freeman Ant, the other guests all showed varying degrees of shock.

"The assassination in the lower city area shows that someone has mastered the princess's travel route. The assassination in Yunting Villa shows that the person who checked the gifts was seriously negligent in his duty." Aphra stopped talking.

Without her continuing to speak, everyone could already think of the common point.

Iron Army.

The princess' most trusted guard.

"I don't quite understand what this lady means." An officer frowned.

"The meaning is clear. Someone in the Yunling Military Region wants to assassinate Your Highness and is even colluding with the rebels to do so," said Freeman Ant calmly. "I'm sure you're all familiar with the name Tingsen."

Not only the officers, but even the bureaucrats had different expressions.

Tinson and the others are very familiar with it.

Just a few years ago, before Freeman Ant took charge of the Yunling Military Region, no one in the Yunling Province did not have dealings with the Tingsen family. If the military region generals wanted to advance, they had to first pay homage to the Tingsen family of the Golden Plateau.

Therefore, everyone present was more or less "connected" with the Tingsen family, and no one was not terrified at the thought of possible involvement.

"But how dare the Tingsen family..." An officer hesitated to speak.

It is understandable that the Tingsen family and Fuman Ant are not against him, and it is also understandable that they have conflicts with the princess's camp, but how dare they assassinate the Celestial Dragons for this reason?

In reality, Hestia still didn't know if the Tinson family was behind this. This was just Aphra's speculation based on the information she knew. If there really was a traitor within the Iron Army, if someone in the Empire was truly trying to frame her, the Tinson family would undoubtedly be the primary suspect.

"Because I am the sixth princess of the empire, canonized by the emperor." Hestia said with a half-smile.

Being canonized as an imperial daughter means being eligible to compete for the throne.

For this reason, she would be assassinated ten thousand times and still have something left.

When it comes to the struggle for imperial power, some Yunling bureaucrats are already trembling with fear and wish they could escape.

Is this something they can listen to? They don’t want to take sides!

"Don't be nervous, everyone. I've invited you here because I trust you," Hestia said. "Everyone here, from the Director of Finance to the Imperial Quartermaster, has witnessed the filthy side of the Tinson family to varying degrees. The Governor has drafted a letter of impeachment, and I need your signatures to testify to its contents. You are all righteous men with your hearts set on the Empire. How could you sit idly by and watch injustice run rampant?"

The officials wanted to die.

If time could go back, they would like to get seriously ill immediately, lie in bed for ten days and ten nights, and then quit their jobs and go home to retire.

The Grand Duchy of Lorraine is thousands of miles away from Yunling, but the Tinson family of the Golden Plateau can reach out to their face in a minute.

If you can’t deal with the princess, can you deal with them?

The officers, however, regained their composure after their initial shock. They were all new executives at Iron Cross Security Company, had invested in shares, and had already signed employment contracts with Lorraine Bank, so they naturally couldn't mess things up right away.

Moreover, the backgrounds of the Iron Army officers are stronger. They all start out as aristocrats and are backed by military merits. They are more powerful than provincial bureaucrats.

The front against the Tinson family was officially established. Even if they did not participate in the assassination of the princess, they would have been involved in the impeachment of the governor and military generals. It was impossible for Hestia not to react.

As for impeachment—

Everyone in the world is seeking profit. As long as she works harder on the printing press, she will be able to gain a few allies from the Imperial Parliament.

Moreover, Yunling will have two rounds of territory sales bidding this year. Hestia expects to earn tens of millions of gold shields, and nearly one million will then flow into the hands of the old emperor.

One million gold shields could already support one or two legions. If that wasn't enough to satisfy Charles II's appetite, the princess had a contingency plan.

After all, physical gold is limited, and most of the land revenue exists on the books in the form of franc loans. If the emperor accepts settlement in francs, it is not impossible...

After the depressing salon ended, Hestia relaxed, placed her arm on Aphra's shoulders, and asked with a smile, "How is it, Phonie? How does freedom taste?"

"Whatever you say, I'm just a servant without my own opinion." The dark elf was still a little stubborn and insisted on non-violent non-cooperation.

She was unable to oppose the princess's order, so she could only express her resistance in such a trivial verbal argument.

Hestia could feel Aphra's hatred, but she didn't care. Instead, she pinched the dark elf's chin and put her lips to hers.

"Well……"

Aphra clutched her apron tightly and accepted it stiffly, her body straight as a coffin board, her face pale, not even the blush of shame and anger.

After dividing, Aphra said: "Master, my sister and brother..."

"With your performance like this, you still want to make demands on this princess?"

"Whatever you need from me, I can do it."

"I want you to be attracted to me, to bow and scrape like a loyal puppy," Hestia said with a sly smile, her chin raised. "Can you do that?"

“…”Afra said nothing.

"Seventh Puppy Rule: You must respond to your owner's questions."

"I don't know... Master."

"Tsk, it's really useless."

Hestia shrugged, her fingers resting on the ribbon at Aphra's collar. Just as she was about to act, she heard footsteps on the porch.

She pulled her hand back just in time to see Viola and Clara appear in the doorway.

"Your Highness," Viola knocked on the door, "I'm back."

……

PS:

My daily routine has become more chaotic recently and my mental state is not very good.

I originally planned to write this volume, 20 words across five parts, but it's currently at 11. Aside from a few hints at secret cultivation and development trends, it's largely revolving around the storylines of the purple-skinned, black-haired, gold-haired, and green-haired characters. It's starting to feel rather long-winded, and progress is slow. I expect the second part won't wrap up until after the dinner party, when Domis is strongly introduced. It feels like a mismatch between detail and brevity. After that, I need to add some minor character stories to flesh out the world, which is tedious but unavoidable, so I'll have to keep it as simple as possible.

The remaining problem is that it is a bit exhausting to dance on the edge of losing perfect attendance.

Volume 100: Bird in a Cage: . Flatterers and Enemies

Two days after Viola left, Yunting Villa had undergone a dramatic transformation. The once deserted inner court suddenly became bustling with activity, and the abandoned palaces were revitalized. Strange faces kept passing by her, making the girl feel a little uneasy.

"Ah, Viola, how have you been these past two days?" Hestia walked forward, put her arm around the maid's waist, and leaned her body over. She pinched her chin and asked, "What's made you so cold and dry? Would you like me to help you moisturize it?"

"Your Highness!" Viola said coquettishly, "There are still people here..."

The girl looked at the tall and pretty maid with curiosity in her eyes.

"You can call my new slave Fanny. When we go out to have fun in the future, let her help Iyana manage the affairs of the manor." Hestia let go of Viola, hinting at something.

"It's a bitch nest." Seeing the hand that just brushed past her chest pinching someone else, Aphra cursed silently, and her moving lips were seen by Viola.

Viola was suddenly shocked, thinking that she had met another sarcastic colleague like Miss Miller.

But the beautiful new maid was not hostile to the girl. No matter how hard Viola tried, she could not imagine that a maid would dare to insult the noble Tianlong.

"Um, Miss Fanny..." Viola looked at Aphra stiffly and nodded.

Though the Dark Elf was over a hundred years old, he looked no more than twenty years old, full of vigor and vitality, more youthful than Iyana. However, his pale golden eyes, like sharp blades tipped with poison, were as gloomy as a snake, giving Viola a chill.

Aphra looked at her and said nothing.

"Alright, everyone, leave. Viola stay," Hestia signaled. After the Knight Commander and the purple-skinned puppy left, she looked Viola over and asked, "Have you received the Dream Baptism?"

Being involved in the Dream Realm is not considered a secret practice, and many mortals have also had the experience of accidentally coming into contact with the Dream Realm.

Only by approaching the Sea of ​​Origin and choosing the path to follow according to the ritual can one receive the blessing of the Origin and officially step onto the steps leading to the heavens.

Through the Witch's Book, Hestia could see strange light and shadows dancing around. This newly emerged spirit obviously belonged to the black-haired girl.

"Yes, Your Highness." Viola replied nervously, "I'm sorry, I forgot to inform Your Highness in advance..."

"This is your choice. I don't want to interfere too deeply," Hestia emphasized, "but you must understand who you are serving."

"I understand." Viola nodded gently. After a moment, she took the princess's hand and placed it in her bosom, saying carefully, "Your Highness, I have another unwelcome request..."

"You're being so polite, are you treating me like an outsider?" Hestia whispered in her ear, "If you want, I can make you the mistress of the manor."

"Your Highness!"

Viola grumbled, a shameful color flushed on her cheeks, and her burning face seemed to be about to emit steam.

The separation feels like a long time. The maid who is doted on by Tianlong has already embarked on a path of service and urgently needs the confirmation of Huideng to let the princess illuminate herself.

The master and servant tossed and turned on the bed amidst the snow, moon, wind and flowers, reminiscing about the past with affection. The mark of love became clear again after being dim for a few days, casting the unpredictable shadow of the new moon.

Promote prostitution during the day.

After a brief tender moment, Hestia wiped the maid's body with a towel and straightened her messy clothes. She looked into the girl's trance-like and affectionate eyes, and in her consciousness that was integrated with the Witch's Book, she vaguely perceived a new door.

Behind that door is a connection to the Dream House, leading to a young spiritual beacon named Viola's Lighthouse.

The obscure path obscures the light.

The powers of this secret office pertain to the Secret, the Shadow, and the Light.

In some scriptures of the Church of Radiance, the world was originally empty until the radiance came. Inside it was a lamp and outside it was a shadow. From then on, there were day and night, the stars began to move, and all things came to life.

However, whether it is the light that illuminates the shadow or the shadow that obscures the light, this is the truth that the obscure path seeks.

These secret cultivators served the light, explored the light, and even profaned the light. Hestia was not sure whether this was good or bad for herself or Viola.

The maid clearly worshipped her as a beacon, following her shadow. Therefore, in the depths of her affection, Viola revealed her spirituality to her, which also meant that the princess could enter the maid's dreams at any time and influence her servant's memories and thoughts.

But if she were to delve into the thoughts of her servants, then her thoughts and her history would also be analyzed by her servants.

Perhaps even Viola did not realize that every time she was intimate with the princess, in addition to her intense love and admiration, it was also an exploration of the princess's true nature.

This is the instinct of those who obscure the light. Viola longs to be closer to pure light, and she faces the princess as the truth.