The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"What did you call me?"

"Your Highness...Hestia."

"Hee." Hestia chuckled. "Everyone in the world is seeking profit. Even an old enemy can be bribed."

Iyana seemed to understand, but didn't ask any further questions. She just kept this matter in mind and planned to increase the princess's security level in the future.

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the door outside the reception room.

"Your Highness," Matildaal's anxious, restrained voice came in, "Knight Commander Clara has returned, and in her carriage is a lowly... commoner who claims to be a maidservant who is here to serve you."

Hearing the sound outside the door, Hestia raised her head with a playful expression: "Let's go, let's welcome the sales champion of Rongguan Plaza."

……

Beneath the high walls of Yunting, Viola wore a thick coat and a cotton skirt, with a scarf covering her delicate neck tightly. Her hair and ears were hidden in a felt hat, leaving only a pair of dark, translucent eyes exposed, looking a little timid.

This was her second time in the Princess's Residence. Every time she faced the towering castle-like building standing on the cliff, she felt as if she was pinned to the ground by a cold and pale dragon. Only hissing air came out of her throat and she couldn't breathe.

"Thank you, Sir Knight." Viola bowed to Clara. "You drove me away last time too. I am so sorry for the trouble."

"No problem." The knight commander, who was dressed in a dark military uniform and looked as burly as a troll, spoke indifferently.

Viola smiled awkwardly, then immediately checked her outfit, carefully hiding the loose parts.

Although she had a bursary from the Glorious Church, it only ensured basic accommodations and food, leaving her with no extra money. Her most expensive piece of clothing was still her Genting Highlands Law School uniform, which she had inherited from another student who was working part-time.

"Hey, isn't this our arcane genius who's moving to the academy? Why is he visiting my humble abode?"

At the end of the road, a cold, snow-white figure appeared, followed by two maids. Before Viola could see the other person's face clearly, the princess's unpleasant words pierced her ears.

Fortunately, she didn't tell her parents that she was here to be a servant to the princess...

Viola adjusted her attitude and tried to raise the corners of her lips to make herself look more cheerful.

"Your Highness..." She was uneasy.

"Tell me, who is the fool?" Hestia approached Viola and reached out to stroke her black hair that leaked out from the brim of her hat.

Viola turned pale.

Could the princess have heard Alice's words from the street?

It doesn't take much thought to understand what the crime of slandering Tianlong is. Not to mention that the little girl speaks without restraint, the narrow-minded princess treats the old and the young equally.

"Your Highness, that's just love Alice... no, no, no..."

Hestia's words made Viola's language module smoke. The new maid broke out in a cold sweat and showed signs of heatstroke in the middle of winter.

"Your Highness, how can such an unqualified pariah be qualified to serve you?"

Matildahl had been hiding behind Hestia for a long time, and finally he could let go of his worries and feel proud for once.

She glanced at Iyana, but this time she didn't dare overstep her bounds, only speaking sarcastically, "I understand Lady Iyana's loyalty in helping His Highness, but isn't it inappropriate to employ such a lowly, stammering village girl?"

Although Matildael had never been to a proper school, he had been a private tutor for a long time, and he was an expert at taking advantage of every opportunity and flattering others. She was convinced that it was this pointy-eared bastard who had said bad things to the princess, which had caused the princess to be so cold to her in the past two days.

And now, the pointy-eared bastard had actually picked a pretty maid from among the untouchables, the same age as His Highness. His sinister intentions against her were obvious.

The damn pointy-eared bastard has started to make a move, wanting to replace her with a new pet servant so that Yunting Villa can become her one-man show to deceive the princess!

"Miss Leland is the puppy I hired," Hestia stroked Viola's cheek, as if she were playing with delicate porcelain jade, smooth and effortless. "A loyal puppy wouldn't slander its master behind her back, right?"

"I'm not……"

Viola's voice was as soft as a mosquito's.

The maid also had dignity, and she wanted to deny the princess's words. But if Alice's slander of Tianlong was proven, their family's life might be shattered.

"Your Highness, how dare she be so stubborn!" Matildahl pointed at Viola, as if he had caught something wrong. "Being a loyal dog to the Celestial Dragons is a blessing earned by your ancestors. How dare you refuse!" She then gave Hestia a fawning look. If she had a tail, it would have been wagging faster than a windmill. "Your Highness, you only need Matildahl. Matildahl has always been your most loyal dog."

"You're a little bug." Hestia pouted.

Matildahl's smile froze, her pretty features frozen in the sparse cold wind. She opened her mouth and forced a smile, saying, "Your Highness is right. Matildahl is a little bug, a firefly that sets off the radiance of the violet moon."

"Bugs should hide in the mud. Have you cleaned the carpets in the house? Who told you to follow me?"

"Your Highness... I, I am your personal maid, and I should not move an inch..." Matildaal's smile was uglier than crying.

"Now that you're no longer in office, you'll be in charge of all household chores from now on," said Hess (Tia's side). "Don't you still have the energy to practice swordsmanship in the training ground? It seems you're still too idle."

"Your Highness, I..."

"Or is it that my inner temple is too small for you to stay here?"

"I will obey His Highness's order!"

How could Matildare dare to refute? If she really couldn't stay in the Princess's Mansion, her father and grandfather would kick her in the face.

The loyal dog of a princess: her own father (who would be three inches shorter than her father) is three inches shorter than her. At family gatherings and in celebrity circles, no one of her age would fawn over her.

Without the princess, she would be worse than a bug. Her family were naturalized Russian herders who valued martial arts. Could she really be expected to wield a sword and kill the enemy?

She had been pampered from childhood by a Ross shepherd family, all for the sole purpose of serving as a servant to the noblewoman of the capital. In the selection process for the Sixth Princess's personal maid, she researched countless rumors about her, catering to her preferences. The maids of her time were either dismissed or tragically killed, leaving her as the sole winner, even ostracizing the Princess's heirloom servants.

But now, the mastiff that used to hold its head high has turned into a small insect that can be trampled on by anyone overnight. With such a huge gap, Matildaal is left with only a heart full of grievances, and his eyes are instantly filled with tears.

She ran away quickly, fearing that the Iron-blooded Princess would see her weak side, which would only increase the Princess's disgust.

"Your Highness, isn't that a bit too hurtful to her?" Iyana asked softly, "It's just a suspicion after all."

"Are you always so good-tempered towards everyone?" Hestia asked unhappily, "Or do you want to switch places with her and continue enjoying being excluded? Hehe, I won't let Iyana be a little bug. After all, you are my..." One of her hands was still on Viola's face, but with the other hand she pulled the elf closer and whispered in her ear, like a cat's claws scratching, "Little, pony, right?"

Iyana blushed and said nothing more.

Although she had remained a chaste woman for over forty years, she was at least old enough to be the maid-mother of the imperial princess. A noblewoman of the Xingyue clan, she had secretly cultivated in the Perfect Illumination Realm and had served Princess Lorraine as she grew up. She was knowledgeable and had long been accustomed to the extravagant and chaotic life of the aristocracy.

There was no way she didn't understand the princess's implication.

But she watched the princess grow up little by little from a baby. If the princess had not died, her status might have been comparable to that of the princess's adoptive mother. This really made people...

Viola didn't know what the master and servant were whispering about. She didn't dare to push the princess's hand away. Her body was tense and she didn't dare to move. Her mind was full of thoughts like "Alice is going to die."

She is the elder sister and must atone for her younger sister's mistakes.

Closing her eyes, she suppressed her humiliation and called out softly, "Ling Wang Meng..."

Hestia and Iyana were both stunned: "What are you doing?"

"Wife, Violetta is a little dog..." The four black-haired girls clutched the hem of her skirt, pinching her frostbite until it cracked. She looked at the princess with pleading eyes, begging for mercy, "Your Highness, can you please forgive Alice for her careless words? My family and I are loyal, but Alice is just a child..."

Although she was fifteen years old and old enough to work at home, Viola was still full of fantasies that the world would respond with kindness.

Hestia smiled. "Forgive? No, I forgave her...after she was sent to the High Knights' Thorn Temple. Oh, you may not know what a wonderful place that is. Let Clara tell you."

"The Temple of Thorns?" Viola looked blankly at the tall knight behind her.

"The High Knights are loyal to the Sanctuary of the Iron Rule. It's a training camp for assassins and pilots. They usually recruit homeless orphans and select those with talent," Clara explained expressionlessly. "Typically, only one out of a hundred students survives."

Viola's tears immediately welled up, and she was terrified to the core: "Your Highness, Alice didn't mean it. She still has a family and will be able to go to a church school soon. Please..."

"Viola puppy."

"I...woof."

Viola couldn't understand why the Queen Mother wanted her to have such a hobby, but she seemed very happy with the other party. Perhaps there would be a turning point in the future.

Hestia crossed her arms, quite satisfied. "Clara, how do my dog ​​training skills compare to your methods of training new soldiers?"

"Your Highness commands unparalleled power. Even my new recruits obey me because of the royal authority. What does my clumsy tricks have to do with it?" Clara said obediently. "There is only one master in this world, and that is you, the great descendant of the Celestial Dragon. Being your loyal dog is a blessing bestowed upon me by my ancestors."

These words were so pleasant to the ear that even Hestia, who was wary of the world, couldn't tell whether they were sincere or false.

Viola looked from Clara to Iyana.

“It seems like everyone is like me.”

She thought so. The shame of being exposed seemed less humiliating.

But she still couldn't accept it from the bottom of her heart.

I'm not a dog. I have dignity, but I'm forced to do so by the circumstances. Viola firmly believed this. She secretly resolved that one day she would have to make Her Royal Highness look at her in the eye and acknowledge that they were equals.

Just now...

"Viola, little dog, bark a few more times and listen. Maybe I'll make a different decision about Alice."

Sometimes it sounds like the sound of nature, but more often it sounds like the whisper of a devil.

Viola recalled the alluring fragrance that lingered beside her ear when she escorted the princess out of the Little Mouse Boutique Alley.

Saying things like “you are more important” only ends up being a puppy that makes people laugh?

It's just terrible...

"Wang..."

“One.”

"Woo...Woof, woof..." Her peach lips opened and closed.

Domis was right after all, she was so evil.

Volume 16: Dreamers: . Sugar-Coated Bullets

This was Viola's second time entering Eryunting Cold Mountain Villa, and she was still shocked by the pale and magnificent master building and found it difficult to move.

Yunting Villa was the residence of a duke during the Kingdom of Fran. After the Divine Emperor conquered Fran and changed the Duchy of Yunling into a province, the villa was once used as the governor's office. After hundreds of years of expansion, it can be said that it is extremely wealthy and popular, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a palace.

The towering facade spreads out, and the gradually taller spires reach the sky. In addition to the 1,800 rooms used by the masters and servants, several banquet halls and collection rooms with an area comparable to that of a square, magnificent auditoriums and prayer halls, there are also affiliated churches, clinics, and barracks.

Now most of them are deserted, and at most there are only a hundred slaves, including the eunuchs and maids that the princess originally brought from the capital.

In fact, when Viola first stepped into the walled garden, she did not feel sorry for the waste of such a large space, but rather lonely.

Such a huge palace is only inhabited by a handful of people. Walking through the winding corridors and looking at the portraits of people on the walls that have been passed down for hundreds of years, the sentimental Viola suddenly felt a trace of sympathy for the princess.