The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"Remember, when you choose a path, you must strictly adhere to the principles it represents," Hestia said. "Choose what is best for you, and don't blindly believe in the instigation and misleading of others. If you truly want to become a mystic, consult Iyana, not the old woman in the library."

"Your Highness... don't you blame me?"

"Hmm? How do you want me to blame you?"

Viola was speechless for a moment, and she stared down at the maid's leather shoes. The shiny tops of the shoes reflected her timid expression.

"Come sit down." Hestia patted the velvet quilt and pulled the maid who obeyed her order into the bed curtain.

"Your Highness!"

Viola exclaimed.

"Okay, little dog, do you know what you did wrong?" Hestia stroked Viola's cheek with the back of her hand, admiring the maid's shy and irritable expression.

"Did I make any mistakes..." Viola was a little confused, her words full of confusion and grievance.

She sniffed the scent emanating from the princess, which seemed to be the rose fragrance of bath oil, and also seemed to be the ambergris incense used to worship the God-Emperor and the apostles.

The maid fell into the princess's arms, clearly feeling the fullness and elasticity of a pair of slender legs under the quilt. The thin lace suspender pajamas hung down from her chest, and no thread was visible inside.

The princess's breath was as fragrant as orchid, while the maid's breath was short and fragrant.

A chilling wind whistles, the ground is blanketed in silver. Red beans are ripening, and bamboo shoots are hanging in the snow. The lush winter scenery is shimmering with the delicate pink of winter plum blossoms, aloof and proud, with a subtle fragrance.

Viola had never thought that a snowy scene could be so beautiful, and she turned her head away in shame.

She said that the princess humiliated her, but her disheveled appearance and the fact that she fell within the princess's bed curtains were the greatest stain on Tianlong's delicate body.

The maid suddenly regretted her hasty waking. She'd neglected to wash and brush her teeth in an effort to get to the princess's chambers as quickly as possible, not even properly tying her hair. She looked like a filthy clay figure who had hastily crawled into the princess's chambers. It was disgusting.

"You didn't make any mistakes, why should I blame you?"

"That, that's..."

"The puppy must first learn to bark."

The princess's breath was also full of alluring charm, but it was a pity that she had a mouth.

"Woof—" Viola obeyed the princess in a hoarse voice, feeling ashamed and depressed. She argued, "I thought the princess didn't allow me to read those books."

"So this is a sin." Hestia turned Viola over and slapped her.

"babble!"

The crisp sound lingered in the dormitory.

Viola gritted her teeth, tears welling up in her eyes, half of it was pain, and half of it was grievance.

"But His Highness never said it's forbidden! Anything is allowed unless it's prohibited by law!"

"Oh, you've even learned to be stubborn." Hestia narrowed her eyes. "It seems you've been sneaking in a lot of books in the library while I was gone these past few days. You're beginning to see some progress in Tower Studies."

"But, but Your Highness is a secret cultivator of the Path of Order. Shouldn't you abide by the rules?" Viola still didn't give up her efforts to "communicate on an equal footing" with the princess. She didn't want to be a dog all her life, but she didn't dare to disobey the princess. Therefore, she chose to read more and then reason with her.

But how many of the nobles can speak their truth by reasoning?

"Snapped!"

Hestia slapped the maid's malnourished buttocks again.

"Is Viola wrong, Your Highness?" Viola held her breath, but when she looked up and saw the princess's burning golden eyes, her heart was uneasy. "Your Highness, the truth is hard to hear. I just feel that as a maid, I have an obligation to remind my master that according to the laws of the tower..."

"You're not even fully grown yet, and you want to be my teacher, right?" Hestia's palms unleashed a dragon, and firecrackers rang out. "Then I'll teach you what unpredictable punishment and unfathomable power mean! The king's law, the king's law, is the law of the Wang family!"

"Woooo..."

Viola sobbed softly, biting the quilt, trying her best to suppress the shameful sobs in her throat. It was unclear whether she was intimidated by the princess's power or wronged by the arrogance and unreasonableness of the Celestial Dragons.

She couldn't understand why the Divine Emperor had clearly established so many laws, but the Princess didn't obey any of them.

Viola believed that the princess should obey the rules, and her words were partly intended to show off her knowledge, so that the princess would realize how smart and studious her maid was and how well-versed she was in tower studies, and thus look at her differently.

But! Princess! She's completely oblivious to the rules!

Viola lay on the princess's lap, as if she had lost herself in thought.

"Why, you're not convinced?" Hestia raised her eyebrows at the maid who was pretending to be dead.

Viola said sullenly, "I just want to behave better. I don't understand..."

"Hehe, there are so many things you don't understand. Are you angry?"

"Viola doesn't dare..."

"Not daring doesn't mean you can't. I allow you to be angry, and I also allow you to be angry with me." Hestia bent down, her body extremely flexible. She pressed against the maid's slender back and whispered, "I am very tolerant, so you are not allowed to be so petty."

"Your Highness, really, allow me to be angry?" Viola spoke in a sobbing voice, without crying, and it was very difficult to suppress her emotions. If she cried out, the little dignity she had left would be completely lost.

"Of course, but as a courtesy, you have to allow me to lose my temper."

Hestia gently kneaded the maid's wound, and the bruises were compressed a second time, causing her hair to stand on end in pain and her back to arch.

"That's too much." Viola gritted her teeth and endured the pain, supporting herself on the princess's pillow. "It's obvious that I can't really lose my temper with His Highness, but His Highness can bully me at will."

"Did I bully you?" Hestia asked.

“…” Viola stopped talking.

Silence is also a form of resistance.

The little maid may seem docile, but she actually has a rebellious nature and has the potential to become a blade cultivator.

No wonder her head was chopped off later.

Hestia thought with amusement, she had doubts about Viola's future glorious achievements before, but now she was not afraid anymore.

"You're having a tantrum right now, my little dog."

“…I don’t have any.”

"You're just angry, but you don't dare admit it. What did we say at the beginning? I need an obedient puppy. This is not only for your consideration, but also for Alice's consideration. But your behavior is rebelling against me at every turn."

“…” Viola was speechless.

Maybe that's the case.

But she was unwilling to accept it, she was really unwilling to accept it...

Did she really do something wrong?

"Does it hurt? I want you to be honest." Hestia asked.

"A little bit." Viola felt like a puppet of a moody dragon.

"Hehe, then I'll rub it for you until it doesn't hurt anymore."

Hestia raised her hand again, and the maid (3) endured it silently, and the wife didn't say anything about "shame on you" or anything like that.

The princess's hands were very delicate, unlike her own hands which were covered in frostbite and calluses, and her movements were as gentle as the breeze.

After experiencing unreasonable "accusations", Viola finally felt at ease.

When the princess was not insane, she was really good to her, rewarding her, taking care of her, giving her enough freedom, and allowing her to browse the books in the library at will. For Viola, who loved learning, this was like a gift from heaven.

But Viola still didn't know how to get along with the princess.

"Your Highness said we were friends."

"That seems to be the case."

"But why does Your Highness always bully me?"

"Have it?"

"No……"

"That's right, Wei Aola, why would I bully you?" Hesitia denied skillfully, "I just wanted to play a game with you, but you didn't seem to like it."

"Is... that so?" Viola was full of doubts, her butt still burning with pain.

But she learned her lesson and didn't deny it directly this time.

"I said long ago that I need a loyal maid. For this reason, I have prepared a gift for you that will help you shed your stupidity and immaturity and lead you to maturity."

"A gift?" Viola wiped her eyes and looked at the princess curiously. "What is it?"

"I'm sorry to hear that you failed my obedience test... no, my loyalty test." Hestia smiled. "When you can obey my orders, I'll tell you what they are. As for now... you're still too young. I'm not sure you'd like it."

"Your Highness is obviously the same age as me," Viola muttered. She couldn't imagine what kind of gift was so mysterious.

"Does it still hurt?" Hestia asked.

“No…” Viola suddenly reacted, and her cheeks flushed.

Hestia squeezed her twice more, causing the maid to bounce back.

The desensitization training isn't enough, Hestia thought to herself, admiring the maid's shy reaction as she hesitated to speak.

In the official history, the Apostle of Radiance was absorbed in the cause of revenge against the Empire, and later became the mainstay of resisting Chaos. He had no romantic history.

However, in the correspondence recorded in the archives, a blade cultivator of Free Will seemed to have a subtle affection for her.

Viola is not Iyana. Despite her soft appearance, she is more independent in character and will. She appears to be submissive, but in reality she is not a clay figure without temper.

Hestia didn't want the pleasure of enjoying a snack to turn into a final humiliation.

"Hah..." Hestia yawned and climbed out of bed, her lace nightgown sliding down her shoulders. "It's almost dawn. Help me clean up. I have to go to the prison in the inquisition later."

"Well……"

Viola stared straight at the princess, her mind tangled like a thousand threads, and it was hard to tell whether she was feeling admiration, envy, longing, or something else.

"What are you standing there for? Am I really that beautiful?" Hestia said, a little amused. As a hunter, she naturally had no sense of shame in front of a maid.

"Your Highness is very handsome..." Viola said softly, "Really very handsome."

"Oh?" Hestia tilted her head, leaning naked towards the maid, and lifted her chin with her index finger. "Then you should feel lucky—because now, you can humiliate me."

Volume 25: The Dreamers: . Aristocrats and Bureaucrats (II)