The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

The fat man signaled to his men, clearly intending to take these high-quality victims away. What a joke! How could he collect the bail if he didn't take them away?

But everyone knows that if you really fall into the hands of these people, you will be skinned alive if you don't die, and by then you will be no closer to death.

Several Dobermans immediately tried to drag the women away. Viola struggled and said,

"No, Master Ling, please listen to my explanation. I am a student of the Eighth School of Law. There must be a misunderstanding here... At least let my mother stay here, ah..."

"Doberman" pushed Viola to the ground impatiently, pulled out the pistol from his waist, and pointed it at the girl's head: "Hurry up and get up, don't waste the adults' time!"

"Tsk, don't be so rude, he's just a kid after all." The fat man smiled and waved his hand, "Come on, let's go to the next one."

Domis's gaze darkened, murderous intent brewing in her eyes.

at this time……

"boom!"

The sound of a gunshot from the doctor's office and the commotion in the alleyway made all the Dobermans stop their work and startled the fat shrimps as they rushed towards the source of the sound.

She was a cold, beautiful, and charming girl. In her hand was a finely crafted flintlock rifle (of Miku). The materials used alone were worth a fortune, but after firing a shot, she casually threw it to the ground.

"Oh, that's true."

He heard the girl seem to sigh, and saw her pick up a wet walking stick from the ground.

"Who are you!" the fat man widened his eyes.

Rebel against the party?

No, how could the rebels dare to appear here so brazenly? Especially since the intelligence said they were fleeing towards the city center, and he had specifically chosen a non-dangerous place to attack...

Just as he was hesitating, the young woman approached him with a cold gaze. Then, in a flash, the crutch exploded on his nose like thunder.

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The entire alley was silent.

In broad daylight, in full view of the public, the Imperial Censor was flattened in the face!

Hestia (flexes her wrist.) [After the fat man screams and falls to the ground, her other crutch is still pointing at the fat man's bloody face, as if calculating the swing point for a golf ball.]

The princess had undergone a certain degree of military training, and her physical fitness far surpassed that of ordinary people. Furthermore, in this world, there was such a thing as "bloodline" inheritance. As the heir of the Divine Empress and a descendant of the Celestial Dragon, even if she only did push-ups every day, she would one day be able to break granite with her bare hands.

One can imagine the pain the fat prosecutor suffered.

"Ah, ah, ah—damn it to you, you pariah, you beast, do you know who I am? Catch her, catch her quickly, I'm going to hang her on the gallows in the square and dry her in the sun!"

The fat man covered his face and climbed up, pointing the cane in his hand at Hestia.

"I, by the will of the Divine Emperor, punish the criminal with shackles!"

Invisible magic surged in a world imperceptible to the naked eye, and Hestia could feel a restraining force binding her joints.

But these minor restraints soon dissipated. Iyana and Clara stood behind her.

This is also the reason why none of the police officers stepped forward.

Not to mention the brown-skinned woman's casserole-sized fist, just the emblem on the shoulder of the black military uniform alone, all the police stations in Yunding City combined wouldn't be able to touch a hair on her head—

The High Knights, the spear and shield of the Empire, the invincible force that could defeat a hundred enemies with one on the battlefield, the iron brute who was said to be able to withstand artillery fire on his face without even a gasp.

Well, the Inquisitor is the master, and the High Knight is also the master. If these little brats get involved in the conflict between the masters, they will just be courting death.

And who can command the tall knight to maintain order?

An ominous premonition came to his mind, and the sheriff, who had some insight, immediately restrained his men and carefully slipped out of the field.

"You, you are..."

The fat man stared blankly at the brown-skinned woman's epaulettes.

The bronze eagle helmet and cross shield meant that the big guy in front of him was at least a knight commander, higher in rank than an imperial officer.

A low-level prosecutor like him is completely incomparable.

"Your Highness, are you okay?" Iyana asked cautiously.

"Is he a secret cultivator?" Hestia flexed her wrist and frowned.

"An apprentice who has never even seen the door to the Dream House, filling the gaps in the empire's grassroots order, may not even have as pure an understanding of the mind as the Iron Guards of the Cloud Court."

Clara approached indifferently, her casserole-sized slap slamming into the fat man's face with a resounding crack. She didn't apply much force, but the fat man spat out blood and teeth, his body tumbling three times in midair, his neck nearly snapping when he landed. However, the physical pain was far less excruciating than the elf's address to the young woman.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty??"

The fat man climbed up with his neck tilted, tears and blood mixed together. His nose was broken by Hestia, and he was hit by Clara's palm, and the fat on his face collapsed uglyly.

What did he just say? What the hell? You lowly warrior, what a sacrifice! It looks like he's going to hang him on the gallows and dry him in the sun...

"It is a tragedy for the Empire that a silverfish like you can sit in the position of Inquisitor."

Hestia glanced at Viola standing at the door of the house, and then looked at the fat man, her eyes filled with anger.

You bastard, do you know that if you push this woman against you, she'll be the one to chop off my head?

There was no trace of falsehood in the anger in the princess' eyes. In the eyes of the police and community residents, it was the fire of integrity and the flame of justice!

Is there someone important helping them get justice? Am I still asleep?

"Your Highness...it's not like that. I'm arresting rebels and serving the empire! Your Highness, please be clear-sighted!" The fat man ignored the injuries on his face, knelt on the cold stone bricks, and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Ah."

Hestia sneered and waved to Viola.

The black-haired girl was still caught up in complicated emotions, and when she saw the princess's gesture, she felt a little hesitant.

Was Her Highness the Princess standing up for her, specifically to see her? Otherwise, why would she and Miss Iyana come to this filthy, crowded slum?

But the princess's moods were unpredictable, and Viola worried she would play tricks on her like she had before. Although she had agreed to serve the princess, she didn't want to be treated like a self-deprecating slave, at least not in front of the neighbors.

Two gold coins were sewn into the lining of her coat. When she left the princess's chambers, Hestia didn't dare take all the gleaming gold shields. She only took two in advance as her salary for the next two months. If it weren't for paying off the family debt and hiring a better doctor for her mother, she wouldn't have wanted the two gold shields.

Then, Viola saw that the princess' eyes became impatient, and the meaning of urging was self-evident.

"Viola, who is that? She seems to be looking at you." Alice blinked her watery eyes, staring at Hestia unscrupulously while observing the expressions of her sister and Domis. "Domis, why are you so nervous?"

"I...it's not true." Domis bit her lip, her eyes becoming gloomy. "Viola, do you know her?"

"Her Royal Highness is... uh, my classmate..." Viola explained with a wandering look in her eyes and a guilty conscience.

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"Wow, is that the idiot rich man who bought all of your and mom's stuffed animals?"

"What nonsense..."

Viola really couldn't explain that her stall was smashed by the princess, and she didn't want to tell her parents that she would be working part-time as a servant in the princess's mansion.

Although she was tempted for a moment to ask Hestia to hire her parents, it was just a thought and she quickly gave up the idea.

As I said, the princess has a bad reputation, and Yunting Villa is like a den of dragons and tigers.

"Viola, come here." Hestia's tone became more serious.

Viola clutched the hem of her skirt, knowing that she could not escape no matter what.

She took a step toward the door, but the blonde girl grabbed her wrist tightly.

The latter had a complicated expression and just shook her head slightly. But in the end, with no choice, Viola finally broke free and walked obediently to Hestia, lowering her head and looking submissive, trying her best to hide her anxiety in her heart.

The princess pointed at the fat man and asked, "Is he telling the truth?"

The black-haired girl was sweating profusely, her voice as thin as a mosquito's: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't mean to lie, I just..."

"Idiot!" Hestia patted Viola's head gently to bring her back to her senses. "I'm asking you, this fat guy said you were traitors!"

Viola realized belatedly that the princess wasn't questioning her lies about the doll and the golden shield, but her face quickly turned pale as she defended herself, "No, Your Highness, I don't even know what a rebellious party is. It was the Inquisitor who discovered the Divine Emperor idol that my mother had sewn, so, so..."

She murmured, and suddenly remembered that the beautiful girl V she met three days ago was a demon who highly worshipped the God Emperor. She had no idea how she would react to this matter.

"Did you hear that? Worship the God-Emperor idol! You actually slandered such a loyal descendant of the Empire as a traitor?"

Hestia raised her eyebrows and rubbed the crutch in her hand lightly on the ground.

"It's not Your Highness, it's just a suspicion, just a suspicion!" The fat man felt hopeless.

When Viola claimed to be a student at the Academy of Arcane Magic, he hadn't taken it seriously. He believed that such a poorly-born arcane wizard would ultimately serve as a consultant for wealthy families and government departments, ultimately a dog wagging the tail. He had never imagined that this dog already had an owner, a daughter of the Imperial Princess!

In just two minutes, the fat judge had figured out Hestia's identity.

To venerate the great achievements of the Divine Emperor Feng Lengcai Jiuhe, only one princess had volunteered to attend the Imperial Law School. He was the heir to the Grand Duchy of Lorraine and the future leader of the Imperial Southern Parliament: Hestia Lorraine Heberus!

"Suspect!?"

Hestia raised her voice.

"Viaola Kirilan is my kin, and you're saying she's colluding with the rebels. So, shouldn't you suspect me too?" Hestia banged the fat man's head with her cane, arrogantly saying, "Huh? I'm a traitor too?"

"No, Your Highness, it's me who is stupid and blind..."

"Oh, then it's you who disregarded the law and slandered Zhong Qiongren." Hestia seemed to be thinking about something. "Tell me, who told you to do this?"

"I am doing this for my country..."

"who is it!"

Before the fat man could explain, the crutch hit him on the head again.

This made the fat prosecutor feel dazed for a moment, and he recalled the glorious days of torture and forced confessions.

For the necessary purpose, he only needs to get an answer from the criminal, and it doesn't matter whether the answer is true or not.

But now the situation has reversed, and he has become the princess's prisoner.