The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

But Domis seemed to be immersed in cooking and turned a deaf ear to the adults' conversation.

Finally, she reluctantly said, "Then I'll discuss it with Viola when she comes back next week."

"It's time to discuss it." The women agreed.

"It's getting late, ladies. Aren't you planning to go home for dinner?" Domis poured two bowls of fish soup and served them to Alice and Mrs. Lilan, smiling at the women. "Although martial law has been lifted, those gangsters who are so accustomed to collecting protection fees won't soften their stance just because of women, especially at night."

Her words really worked. The women originally wanted to pester Mrs. Lilan to talk about family matters and have dinner with her to enhance their relationship, but the public security has been really bad recently. Even the strong workers at the docks did not dare to walk alone at night, let alone a group of women like them?

After the group left, Mrs. Lilan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't listen to them, Mom. They just want to take advantage of me." Alice finally stopped staring at the fish soup and happily jumped onto a chair, sitting next to her mother. "I'm not even talking about whether the princess and me are that close. Even if they're so close they're like, how dare I bring up everything?"

“Who taught you these words…” Mrs. Lilan rubbed Alice’s head helplessly.

"The guys in the Dominican shop think we all talk like that!" Elingli betrayed the blonde girl without hesitation and said, "Look at me, if I ask my sister to give up her tuition to buy me candy..."

"I'll let your father beat you, ahem...Alice, you won't really do that, will you?" Mrs. Lilan was rarely serious.

"Of course not!" Alice shook her head immediately. "Look, if other people make the slightest request, they get spanked by their mother. So what about my sister? I heard from Domis's friends that the Celestial Dragons regard the Empire as their property and the people as their slaves. Those tax collectors must also give a portion of the money they collect to the princess. If you really let my sister do what those guys say, it would be like pulling teeth from a dragon's mouth!"

"Hmm... dear, did you learn this from outside?"

"Of course! Domis teaches everything!" Alice said happily.

"Eat your fish!"

Domis stuffed a piece of fish into the little guy's cheek.

If she said that she didn't teach him and that the little one learned it all by himself, Mrs. Lilan would probably not believe her and would simply stop making excuses.

Even the lady in the red cloak at the boutique said that Alice was extremely intelligent and was a good candidate for Tibetan practice.

Unfortunately, no one here can teach Alice the way to wisdom, and the little girl is born not to like reading and likes to make trouble.

"Oh..." Domis sighed.

"Domis, it's my fault for not disciplining Alice. Please don't blame Alice. I will teach her a lesson." Mrs. Lilan said softly.

"It's not me! It's Domis who misses her sister again!" Alice hit the nail on the head.

"..." Domis was speechless. She left her seat and said, "It's getting late. I should leave too."

"Wait a moment, Domis, I'll take you there."

"No need, Mrs. Lilan, I can take care of myself." The blonde girl smiled brightly at the woman and immediately left the warm and humble room.

She looked at the moonlight outline obscured by smoke and dust, her eyes gradually turning cold.

"Dragon people..."

Back in the backyard of the beer hall in the dock area, Domis stepped into the secret room deep underground. Runes in the shape of crossed blades fell within the formation in the center of the secret room, and a straight line in the middle pointed to the crystal round mirror standing on the wall.

She closed her eyes, and her soul ascended, as if passing through the round mirror and penetrating layers of dreams to reach the other side of the distant world.

It was a heavenly world, with pure white feathers soaring through the clouds and a tall figure in a white robe standing on a long bridge spanning the clouds.

"Teacher." Domis bowed.

"Have you found out who is planning the riot in Yunling?" The tall figure made a desolate and ethereal voice.

"No. I once tried to rescue Krete and the others and ask them why they would undertake such a costly operation, but the Dobermans were keeping a close watch, and with the Iron Cross's 'Lawyer' present, we were outmatched and had no choice but to retreat... Mentor, if there really was a Blade Master behind all this, why would they do this?"

"I cannot know their thoughts, and their interests are not aligned with ours," the tall figure said. "Of the five Blades, I have only met the Blade of Redemption in the material world. The other four..." He shook his head and said calmly, "Power is a shackle. All I can do is do my best to shatter it. But some seek to control it, while others simply wish to see the world burn."

"what should I do?"

"Stay the same. No matter what happens, just protect yourself." The tall figure said calmly, "I'll come to Yunling in about half a year."

"You... came to Yunling? What's the matter that's worth leaving the New World so early and traveling all the way back to Fran?"

"Of course you mentioned it, Hestia Lorraine Heberus."

"The Imperial Princess?"

"More than that, she serves as the link between the north and south of the Supreme Empire... If she had died in Yunling, perhaps we wouldn't have to wait for Carlo II's death to witness the Tower's disintegration."

……

The tower remains majestic.

In the instructor's office in the military camp where the Iron Army is stationed, the petite, bright and beautiful Matildahl Miller is sitting opposite a woman with long burgundy hair.

The woman was dressed in a black military uniform, the stars on her epaulettes betraying her noble rank as an Imperial Major. She looked to be in her twenties, but true aristocrats possessed a wealth of methods to maintain their youthful appearance, making it difficult to judge her true age.

"Lord Noelle," Matildaal confided melancholy, "I don't understand why. In the past, Her Highness the Princess was always very considerate to me. She trusted me and paid attention to me. She loved my service and swordplay. We studied and trained together, and were almost inseparable. I was a servant who wooed her favor, a puppy that made her proud..."

As he spoke, Matildahl's eyes couldn't stop turning red, and the glistening tears sparkled under the bright Offa wall lamp.

She cried, "But now Her Highness seems to have become a different person. She looks at me as if I were a disgusting rat in the sewer. She no longer practices swordplay, nor does she tie a leash around my neck and ride me around the courtyard. She's always hanging out with that new pariah, who even took away my room! But I love and am so loyal to the princess. I can't understand why Her Highness would abandon me and choose a pariah... and Iyana Xingyue, that charming and hypocritical elf sow! During your absence, Her Highness began to favor her again. She often brings in some questionable women. That woman named Chloe Rousseau, I can smell seven different perfumes on her. Oh my God, it's just like, just like..."

She remained reserved, trying her best to restrain herself from saying those nine obscene words, but hatred and the alcohol consumed her, making her long to vent.

"She's just a whore in a brothel!"

Matildahl burst into tears and could no longer hold back.

"So that's how it is. I was wondering why I hadn't seen Her Royal Highness the Princess these past two days, and you seemed so uneasy and refused to answer anything I asked." The woman with burgundy hair smiled calmly.

"I'm no longer your Highness's favored little dog. I'm afraid you'll abandon me because of my fall from grace..." Matildahl sobbed softly, "If my family knew that the princess didn't like me, they would whip me to death!"

"This isn't your fault." The woman walked around the desk, gently hugged the girl's shoulders, and pulled her into her arms. "It was I who spread rumors around Your Highness."

The woman's arms were warm, like a mother's love that Matildahl had never experienced.

"But if I really didn't make any mistakes, why did His Highness suddenly change his attitude like that? Even if that bitch Iyana slandered me in front of His Highness, but, but His Highness has always trusted me..."

"Because that elf is a sorcerer of the Midnight Crescent Moon, and is best at using underhanded secret techniques to charm others," the woman said gently. "I think I know what's going on."

"You know!?" Matildahl seemed to be grasping at a life-saving straw.

"I heard that Midnight Crescent has a potion that can make those who drink it become addicted to the caster like a puppet. I think the elf may have used some shady means."

"That must be it!" Matildahl raised his neck and stopped crying. "I knew it couldn't be my fault! It's all that enchanting bitch's fault!"

God has mercy on her, Iyana is not at all charming, but to Matildaal, anyone who delays her from being a dog for the princess is a bitch.

Immediately, Matildaal said in distress: "But I can't deal with her. Your Highness is already deeply involved."

"Maybe I can do something."

"any solution?"

"If there's a potion, there must be an antidote," Noelle said with a meaningful smile. "I'll make you an antidote. Wouldn't that expose the elves' despicable deeds?"

Volume 30: Dreamers: . Villa Storm

It was a brand new day, and Hestia, as usual, used the clumsy service of a slum maid to worship before the shrine of the God Emperor in the newly built prayer hall, and then went to the restaurant to have breakfast.

Hestia had no idea what kind of state the God-Emperor was in, but as the God of Order of this era, the hero who had healed the chaos of the continent for thousands of years, it was unlikely that he would reach the peak and die in less than a hundred years.

Besides, the gods are immortal, they are only temporarily replaced and forgotten. The furnace punishment is not yet fully dead, and the Divine Emperor's glory will be known through the ages, so no matter how you think about it, it shouldn't be a flash in the pan.

The Iron Cross did not decline with the disintegration of the empire, which means that the God-Emperor is still overlooking all living beings in the Dream Realm, and may return like lightning at a certain turning point in history.

As a witch, Hestia naturally didn't dare place the God-Emperor's shrine in her bedroom again. But as a sign of piety, on the final day of the celebration, she announced in the chapel of the Invalides that she would invest 500,000 gold shields to build a magnificent temple. This was both a tribute to the God-Emperor and a celebration of the prosperity created by the current Emperor, Charles II.

Since the God-Emperor, the four subsequent emperors have reigned for a combined total of just over a hundred years, with Charles II accounting for forty of those years. Considering that every emperor pursues a modest goal of territorial expansion, the Empire's reach reached its peak under Charles II, and it's not an exaggeration to say he surpassed the God-Emperor in achievements. Recently, the Emperor has launched another campaign against the restive Rus herders. Without Charles's reign, how could the Empire have financed such a vast expedition?

What do you call this? This is an unprecedented achievement that will go down in history, so of course it must be lauded!

The legacy of four generations is that of the Ten Perfect Old Man.

After hearing the princess mention the figure of 500,000 gold shields, even Iyana, the princess's chief steward, was slightly surprised. So, in the dining room, the elf couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, the assets you have seem a bit stretched to cover the cost of the temple. Would you like me to write a letter to the Grand Duke's Palace and request some funds from the Lorraine Treasury?"

One gold shield coin, also known as a gold crown, is worth one thousand imperial shillings. It is made of gold, mithril and other rare metals, and is worth 13.13 grams of gold. Compared with the crown banknotes that are printed at full speed, the gold shield is a real imperial credibility.

Five hundred thousand gold shields are enough to treat all the poor people in Yunding City to wheat beer until they die of stuffiness. The only thing left in their mouths with beer foam is "The emperor is wise and powerful, and his decision-making will last forever."

"Who said I have to pay?" Hestia's head was full of question marks.

"The matter of the sacrificial temple..."

Compared with the anthropomorphic creatures of the empire, Iyana has some conscience. Her face is full of hesitation, and she almost begs Her Royal Highness the Princess to leave a way for the poor people in Yunding City to survive the New Year.

"That spirit pig from Hessen will help me without a care in the world." Hestia sipped her steaming hot chicken soup with goat's tripe and mushrooms, looking indifferent. "Clean up those bureaucrats in the Governor's Office who are just sitting there doing nothing. Let alone 500,000, even 1 or 3 million can be squeezed out of their pockets."

"But won't the Governor raise taxes again..." Viola asked cautiously.

Hestia knew what the maid was worried about and sneered, "Right now, there are riots everywhere in Yunling Province. I'm holding the Iron Army down, but without the Iron Army to clean up the mess, that fat pig won't dare to resort to high-pressure measures. Otherwise, all the riots will be blamed on his lax governance."

"So that's how it is. Your Highness is a kind man," Viola said sincerely. She felt that even though His Highness had bullied her, he still had the demeanor of a "holy king" from a novel, and that her maid seemed to have a bright future as a loyal knight.

This is truly a misunderstanding of the noble Celestial Dragon Lord.

For the powerful, as long as the lower-class people can still see the sun the next day, rather than being forced to explode with the empire that night, it is not considered "high pressure" at all.

"Your Highness is very thoughtful." Iyana breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmm. I'm planning to build a temple in the forest field north of the Eighth Villa, but considering the impending famine, it would be more appropriate to place it on the northern coast of the bay. Besides serving as a pilgrimage site, I'm also planning to open a free almshouse there," Hestia said. "That way, for at least a few months, the homeless will have somewhere to go and avoid causing trouble while I'm dealing with the worms and rebels. Of course, the temple needs to be a bit further away from the lower city, ideally an hour or two's walk."

Viola didn't understand what "an hour's walk" meant, nor could she imagine how long Her Royal Highness could maintain this pattern. She just suddenly felt that the frosty silver hair suddenly became amiable, and thought that Domis had said the wrong thing after all. Her Royal Highness and the noble lord were indeed different.

The princess smiled at her and said, "Viola puppy, is there something wrong with my face? You've been staring at me for a long time. Is it time to humiliate me yet?"

The maid blushed immediately and explained in a voice as thin as a kitten's: "I don't have any, Your Highness..."

"What humiliation?" Iyana was confused.

"You ask her." Hestia stirred the spoon and pointed at Viola with her little finger.

"No, nothing..." The maid didn't dare to explain, nor did she dare to say that when she was peeping at the princess's body, she really had improper thoughts that seemed like "humiliation".

The image of the princess bathing in the warm pool of water emerged in her mind, and she imagined the romantic touch of biting red grape flesh like a baby. However, many times, the face that belonged to the princess would become her own, and the one who subdued her was the noble face of Tianlong.

"I, I obviously don't want to be bullied..." she argued.

"Who bullied you?" Hestia and Iyana were both confused.

What are you talking about in your sleep so early in the morning?