The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Her plan?

Does messing up Fran and selling it for a lot of money count?

The empire may be in chaos, but as long as everyone is in chaos together, no one will bother me, right?

By then, the world will be in chaos and return to the world of conflict two hundred years ago. She will directly bring Fran's talents and wealth back to the Grand Duchy of Lorraine, close the door and claim to be the king, change her surname to Lorraine, concentrate on studying the path of witches, and wait for chaos to invade.

But the princess couldn't speak directly, so she could only say, "Even if I want to be emperor, what does it have to do with the Tingsen family? What, do they want to participate in the struggle for imperial power? Then isn't Noel Tingsen betting on me?"

"Your Highness truly is as foresighted as a god," Iyana said. "However, according to Nightingale's intelligence over the past year, the Tingsen family had private contact with the Crown Prince's family several years ago, when you were still at court."

"Is it Tinson's intention, or is it something from within the High Knights?"

"I'm not sure. We don't have any members of the Iron Cross, so we can't get into the deeper details."

"Things are getting even more interesting." Hestia sat in front of the dressing table, looking at Sumire Moon outside the window and sneered.

She tried to figure out the attitude of the Tinson family.

First, do these guys know that Noelle is a worm? Second, do they support the Crown Prince or the Sixth Princess?

Judging from Nightingale's news, the Tingsen family might look down on this princess with a background in the Holy Covenant.

The statue was attacked, and Yunling was in turmoil. It seemed that as soon as the princess arrived in Yunding City, the conflict between the Empire and the Frans instantly intensified.

This is certainly due to the inhumane side of the natural disasters and the empire, but who knows whether those who oppose her are fanning the flames?

Unless Tiejun was blind, Hestia couldn't think of any other way to get a few passionate young men to place alchemical explosives on the statue on the day of the celebration.

She came to Yunling with some supervisory authority. During the same period, other princes and princesses were also studying or gaining experience in various parts of the empire.

If she turned a blind eye to the chaos in Yunling or was unable to do anything about it, her rating in the emperor's eyes might plummet.

And if she died at the hands of the rebels...

Fortunately, Hestia knew the official history, otherwise she would really worry about how much harm these petty conspiracies could cause to her.

Facts have proved that if a spirit is really willing to kill people, the knight will always find a way to help her clear the way and eliminate obstacles.

Hestia nodded happily. "So, I have another reason to deal with Noelle Tinson."

"Your Highness, the situation is still unclear. If we deal with Noel Tinson hastily, will it lead to irreconcilable grievances with the Tinson family? It is best to tell them that Noel Tinson is a worm, and then..."

"That's your fault. You like to let others take the initiative." Hestia interrupted the elven maid-mother. Seeing her lower her head uneasily, she gently lifted her chin and met her eyes. "But there's also a good side. You belong to me. Asking the master to make decisions is a virtue of a servant."

"Well, Hestia..."

"Noelle tried to lead me astray. Worm or not, she must die. If the Tinson family has any grievances, then we must die together. This is the attitude of a master." Hestia pressed the elf with an aggressive aura, her tone stern. "The Tinson family and the Crown Prince are in secret contact. If they dare to raise their claws, I will certainly dare to chop them off. However, we still have to be thorough. It would be bad if the High Knight was a worm."

"Then let's..."

"I will fabricate evidence against Noelle Tinson and execute her using fair procedures. I will also send a secret letter to the emperor. I think the old man will appreciate my decision."

At least a great noble and high knight had to be killed. Even though Charles II was old, he was not a puppet. What needed to be reported still had to be reported. Hestia had to show at least respect to the real dragon on the throne.

However, Yunling is far away from the capital Junlin, and what she wants to do is not something that the palace can remotely control.

She had the confidence because she was the only heir to the Duke of Lorraine.

"I'll do it now," said Iyana.

No matter how much I dislike the princess being involved in the vortex of power, once she is involved, I must give it my all.

Because, even if the loser was not executed, he would be imprisoned in a "golden birdcage" for life like Charles II's brother.

This has been the fate of the Heberus family for hundreds of years. They may not be able to decide how many children their father will have, but they can decide how many brothers will be left after he succeeds to the throne.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Hestia grabbed Iyana's delicate arm and pulled her to the depths of the bed curtain, looking down at her surprised and embarrassed face like a female leopard pouncing on its prey.

"Your Highness... I haven't showered yet..."

"Aunt Iyana," Hestia said, using a name that would make an elf feel ashamed. "Do you remember what I said about your good side?"

“It is a servant’s virtue to ask his master to make decisions.”

After Iyana finished speaking, her voice became softer. She knew what she should do and what she should say, so she gently held the princess's hand, strangled her neck, and submitted as if she was being subdued.

"Then please allow me to serve you in the bathroom," she gazed deeply into those golden dragon eyes and spoke softly, "My Master..."

Volume 57: Dreamer: . I Have Three Things I Don’t Kill

Late at night, Hestia fell asleep with her elf maid curled up in her arms. The atmosphere was quiet, but her consciousness was filled with the rhythm of the world's activities under her transcendental spiritual perception.

Fairies invisible to the naked eye were scorching the fireplace, the biting cold wind outside the window was mixed with the lingering cries of those who had frozen to death, and the iron guards patrolling the high walls crushed the snow, causing the blooming pansies to bloom and then wither.

Ever since she became a witch under the influence of the Witch Book, Hestia has often been in this half-asleep and half-awake state - the term "half-asleep and half-awake" may not be quite appropriate, because her body and soul are still in a dormant state, only a more profound sixth sense and extraordinary spiritual perception still perceive everything in the outside world.

This state is close to meditation, but meditation is the concentration, perception and control of the self. She can not only examine her own strength and power, but also listen to all changes in the material world and above the material.

And amidst this change, a door with dazzling light suddenly opened in her consciousness. Behind the door was a ladder made of gold, silver and towering columns. The ladder was endless and led directly to the tower. The end was difficult to climb, as if it was a test for her.

"Dream host? No... Is it another enemy host?"

Hestia looked at the end of the ladder. It should have been a towering tower, making those who looked up at it prostrate themselves on the ground and worship in the incomparable holiness.

But under the disenchantment of the Witch's Book, the tower reveals its ugly nature of being fickle and twisting.

Golden worm, enemy.

On the long steps leading to heaven, incense burners released a refreshing fragrance, which was the benzoin given to her by Matidal Miller.

Because of the ritual that day, Hestia's consciousness had developed a vague connection. Combined with Lady Aynive's description, the princess suspected that Qiu Su had arranged for her to be protected by Xiang Nu. As soon as she began meditating and journeyed to Meng Su to cultivate, Xiang Nu would inevitably lead her to this cage constructed just for her, under Xiang Nu's invisible guidance.

This is also Mengsu, but it is Mengsu’s detour. Qiusu has tailored the “local area network” for her.

"I guess seeing that I haven't been in my dreamhouse these past few days, this bug is getting anxious."

Hestia sneered inwardly.

It wasn't that she didn't want to enter Mengsu, but Mengsu's repulsive nature made it impossible for her to get close to that magnificent and vast world.

Qiu Su wanted to corrupt her in this way, which was completely like flirting with a blind man.

Hestia wanted to leave and continue sleeping, but there was a faint restlessness coming from the Witch's Book. The dominating temptation was flowing towards the intersection and gathering in the blood river flowing with hatred and rage.

This was Qiu Su's deception. Anyone blinded by anger and hatred could fall under her control. However, on the day of the ceremony, Qiu Su unleashed all his curses upon the princess, yet she remained unmoved. Instead, the Witch's Book embraced all of it.

From then on, there was an extra bloody catalogue in the Witch's Book, which belonged exclusively to the sons of the demon maggots and to the bewitchment.

"Here to feed you again, huh?"

Hestia went and came back, stepped through the door, and stepped onto the endless ladder.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery changed suddenly, and countless refugees wandered in the ruins. They stepped on the crumbling statue of the God-Emperor and used chisels to chisel open the swollen eye sockets of the gems. The huge head was stinking and human excrement was surrounded by maggots.

Blasphemous fantasy.

Here, anyone would honestly react instinctively, and it is impossible for a devout believer to remain indifferent after seeing his idol suffer such a great humiliation.

According to the princess's nature, she should immediately draw the sword at her waist and behead these refugees one by one.

However, Hestia simply stared at the ruins, wondering to herself, "These people have soul fluctuations. Are they the evil spirits that Qiu Su has taken over?"

The so-called "evil spirits" are ghosts that have been slaughtered, enslaved, and corrupted by the secret cultivators. Their souls are relatively intact, and some even retain memories of their past lives, but the power of the dream has tampered with their thoughts and consciousness, turning them into puppets of the secret cultivators.

This is also the reason why countless secret cultivators hate the Tower and crave chaos in the world - mortals are important materials, and the empire's monopoly on most of the resources is naturally difficult to accept.

The worms can also create minions, but they are more twisted.

Hestia was tempted to kill these broken souls, but she didn't draw her sword in the end.

This was Qiu Su's domain. Theoretically, even if she killed these minions ten thousand times, they would still be resurrected on the spot. Therefore, if the Witch's Book harvested all the souls here, Qiu Su would probably be so frightened that he would pack up and flee overnight.

"There are three things this princess won't kill."

Hestia stepped onto the heavenly stairs, and her nightgown gradually transformed into a luxurious and noble court dress with her footsteps. Her mink cloak trailed layer by layer, like the tail feathers of a phoenix.

She said, "First, poor people are not killed because they are kind. Poor people would rather starve to death than burn, kill, or plunder. They are obedient citizens of the empire until their death. 80% of the empire's tax revenue comes from them, so they are not killed."

After saying this, he ignored the grateful refugees on both sides and continued to climb up to the sky.

As she walked, the Witch's Book drew away the resentment that resided in these evil creatures, and the gray ruins suddenly became much clearer.

The towering golden worms seemed petrified, as if they were amazed at the princess's steadfast determination.

This realm is not Dreamland, but it is also Dreamland. It is a corner cut from Dreamland, containing its path. Therefore, every time the princess overcomes a test, she will gain a bit of strength from its path.

Under normal circumstances, any esoteric cultivator who followed its path could not deprive it of its power. This was because being able to follow its path meant submission to it. No matter how close a mortal became to a god, they could not usurp the god's authority; they could only be inspired and assimilated by the god. While not a deity, it was one of the demon maggot's most fundamental temptations, and therefore the principle was the same.

But now, it vaguely felt a brief dizziness in its consciousness, as if it had been deprived of a trace of nutrients.

This situation is quite rare even in the memories of the generations of enemies, and usually only occurs in wars where the elders usurp the throne of the gods.

This is impossible.

How can one maintain a firm "heart" and turn a crooked path into one's own "right path"?

The golden worm immediately realized that it couldn't let the princess come over like this, otherwise she would use the convenience it provided to gradually comprehend the power of this path, and finally become equal to it!

Then, the illusion of ruins dissipated, and the princess stepped into a battlefield. Thousands of rebels broke into the Divine Capital Palace, dragged out the royal family like dead dogs, and beheaded them one by one. Countless members of the royal family knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

This is the majesty of the imperial power. As one of the symbols of imperial power, the imperial princess cannot be indifferent to the fall of Tianlong!

"Secondly, the rebel army will not be killed because they are righteous. The battle of the Tower Blade is a battle of orthodoxy, a debate on world order. The rebel army marched straight to the palace, leaving no innocent people behind. This is quite the spirit of classic chivalry. However, those shabby and helpless losers did not resist. They are a disgrace to the name of Heavenly Dragon and deserve to be put to death! As a high knight, this princess admires heroes, so she will not kill them."

After saying this, Hestia climbed onto a new platform again.

You won't kill me for this? Didn't you kill people happily at the White Sea Company before?

The magnificent tower disguised as a golden worm trembled and shook.

Could it be that the princess truly saw this as a test from her dreams? So it wasn't that she wasn't angry, but that she was using self-hypnosis to overcome the test and maintain a stable state of mind?

That makes sense.

Otherwise, the Imperial Princess would never say such nonsense.

What are the three no-kills? It's clearly two no-kills! Don't kill this, don't kill that, right?