The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

It was also during this moment that the hatred of countless rebels towards the empire collapsed in an instant and was absorbed and digested by Hestia.

If she continued forward, she would cross the Blood Skull Bronze Gate and enter the realm of peeping into secrets. Normally, no secret cultivator could advance so rapidly, but to seduce the princess, Qiu Su had simply built a highway, hand-feeding her his sedition and power, just to anger the princess.

The Golden Worm could certainly remove the power of this path, making it endless and confusing the princess. However, a ladder without the wrathful temptation was meaningless, and unless the princess fell under its temptation, it would be unable to cause any substantial harm or control her.

The princess must be given some shocking news to arouse her real anger and hatred!

The golden worm instantly activated its immense spiritual power, rummaging through countless secret treasures, multiple histories, and even exploring the threads of fate. Inspired by the dream, it wove a long dream that was enough to drive the princess completely mad.

In the dream palace, a dark-haired girl confronted her before the throne. It turned out that the real Sixth Princess wasn't Hestia Lorraine Herboeus. Her surname was Lilan, a pariah who had been swapped for a woman by the princess's handmaiden, Mara Lilan, by chance. The true royal family member was Viola Herboeus, whom she had constantly bullied, scorned, and despised.

It was enough to drive people crazy that a noble celestial dragon was reduced to a reptile, but what was even more devastating was that Hestia Rylan was not exiled or beheaded, but was demoted to a pariah by her old enemy Viola Rylan. She became a puppy maid and a stool maid who wiped the floor at the feet of the new princess, suffering all kinds of difficulties and humiliation. Even the elf maid mother she once despised became the new princess's favorite, and assigned her heavy and endless housework. If she didn't finish it, the new princess would tie her up with a dog leash and take her for a ride in the back mountain!

Until one day, Hestia Leland, who had suffered endless ridicule and humiliation, seized the opportunity and finally found a flaw in the bed curtains while humiliatingly serving the new princess. She used a piece of silk to wrap around Viola Heberus' neck.

Kill her!

Kill her!

Kill her!

Countless voices shouted anxiously.

Hestia had a blank expression on her face, and even felt like laughing.

Why did Qiu Su think these images could bewitch her? It would be more like a mating moth.

But lust and rage have nothing to do with each other!

Her consciousness was protected by the Witch's Book, which could dispel the illusion at any time. Apart from feeling the noise, she did not show any emotion.

The princess's position was replaced by a pariah, and she was "repaid" for everything she had done to others... In theory, should the original princess feel angry?

Finally, Hestia opened her mouth slightly, and the golden worms in the sky were covered with pupils. Each one held its breath, watching the changes in the princess's mood.

"Third, don't kill a beautiful woman because she desires."

After saying this, Hestia stood up from "Viola" and a glorious road reappeared.

"!!!"

The "tower" shook violently.

Just as the princess was about to continue climbing, the golden worm decisively extinguished the benzoin, severed the princess's connection, and caused her to fall back to the human world.

Hestia slowly opened her eyes. It was still her soft velvet bed. Iyana was leaning against her arms, her body slightly curled up. Their skin, without any silk covering it, rubbed against each other intimately. The touch as soft as milk trembled on her skin.

The elf was sleeping soundly, without any vigilance.

"Oh." He sighed softly.

"Your Highness, are you worried about something?" Iyana's whispering voice sounded softly.

"Nothing, some people can't afford to play." Hestia said, "Just go back to sleep."

"Um……"

At the same time, in the Iron Army officers' dormitory.

Matidal Miller woke up in a startled state from her metal-framed single bed. She was sweating and gasping for breath, and her face was distorted beyond measure, as if she were crying, laughing, and reminiscing.

She looked around, as if to confirm her surroundings, and finally saw Instructor Noel Menger sitting in the shadows by the window, and her doubtful heart finally settled down.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Noelle walked over, sat down beside the bed and asked gently.

She had an intoxicating wine-red long hair, and the intoxicating fragrance lingered around Matidal's nose.

"I don't know, Instructor Noelle. I, I remember I was meditating, and then...why did I dream?"

"That wasn't a dream, but the thorns and trials you'll face on your path," Noelle said softly. "You must distinguish between truth and falsehood and find the right path."

"Are all secret cultivators like this?"

"Yes."

"After I become a secret cultivator, will His Highness look at me straight in the eye?"

"Of course. The princess is also a secret cultivator. When you shed your worldly identities, you are the same as her."

"Oh, it's still different. I just want to be His Highness's puppy and be needed by His Highness." Matildahl was uneasy, but finally mustered up the courage to say, "Instructor Noelle, I saw His Highness in the dream house. I saw, I saw... I don't know whether I should say it or not."

"It's okay. There's nothing we can't talk about, Matildahl. In my eyes, you're like my sister or daughter. Although I don't have a daughter, haha, but as the saying goes, a teacher is like a mother, isn't it?" Noelle gently wiped the sweat from Matildahl's forehead and asked, "What did you see?"

"I saw that I had become His Highness, no, I meant, I became a princess, and His Highness became mine, my servant. Oh my God, I was so abominable, I actually bossed His Highness around! I did so many things like that, yet I felt so happy..."

Matildahl was incoherent. "I rode on His Highness's waist, just like His Highness rode on me, but I didn't want that. Although I was very happy, but, but I didn't want that. I am His Highness's puppy. Of course I like being with His Highness, but I see that His Highness looks unhappy... I don't know whether His Highness is happy or not, but she doesn't have any expression. I don't know. I have no friends. His Highness makes me feel that I am truly alive. I like His Highness so much. I don't like His Highness to be unhappy..."

She gasped for breath, and the impression of the dream gradually deepened and strengthened in her mind.

"I, I desecrated His Highness. I, I mean, I touched His Highness's body. I'm sorry, Instructor Noelle, I really can't say it..." She suddenly burst into tears. "In my dream, His Highness and I had a very bad relationship. Is this Meng Su telling me that I will eventually be abandoned by His Highness?"

"The reflections that secret cultivators see in their dreams sometimes contain clues about fate, but most of the time they are just illusions. Don't worry, Matildahl. As long as you keep moving forward with determination, you will eventually see the light." Noelle took the helpless Matildahl into her arms, rubbing her head and soothing her softly. "Do you still remember the details of your dream, such as why you became His Highness?"

"Remember, remember..." Matildahl sniffed, recalling the past in her mind. Gradually, her eyes became clearer and more terrifying. "This is impossible. Why did I become that bitch in my dream?!"

"Who becomes?"

"Viola Leland! The treacherous villain who deceived His Highness!" Matildahl clutched the quilt and pounded his legs hysterically. "I saw her walking very close to His Highness, even closer than that damn elf bitch! His Highness took her to the academy and didn't even take me with him! That bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Why did I become her in my dream!"

“Sometimes, when people can’t get something, they project themselves onto others and pretend to have it,” Noelle said softly.

But this did not comfort Matildahl in the slightest. She thought with a look of utter disgust, hatred, and horror: "You say I'm jealous of her? Absolutely not! She's just a lowly person who used despicable means to seduce the princess! A lowly toy. When His Highness has played with her until she's worn out, he'll still remember me, her puppy, and..."

Matildahl's voice gradually faded until it was inaudible.

"Matildahl, the Viola Leland you mentioned, does she have a good relationship with the princess?" Noelle frowned.

"Not at all! Not at all..."

Matildahl's unconvincing argument made Noelle even more confused.

She browsed through the secret collection and peeked into fate, and the dreams she wove should be the ones that would most infuriate the princess. If the relationship between the two was really good, wouldn't that be completely contrary to the truth?

Matildahl, with a face full of despair and tears, turned to look at Noelle: "Instructor Noelle, does His Highness really not want me anymore? What did I do wrong? I was so loyal..."

"It is the princess who has failed you."

"No, it's not Your Highness! Your Highness loves me!" Matildaar immediately argued in fear. It seemed like a thousand mistakes couldn't possibly be the princess's fault. "It's that elf bitch, and that little bitch! I saw them enter Your Highness's room and haven't come out for a long time. They must have cast a curse on Your Highness! Wuwuwu, Your Highness, what should Matildaar do..."

"When the emperor is bewitched by treacherous villains, it requires loyal and righteous knights to eradicate the culprits who plague the court and help the emperor wake up," Noelle explained. "I imagine you're facing the same choice now."

"You, you mean..." Matildahl's pupils contracted, and she murmured, "But will His Highness understand me?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Perhaps you won't be able to change Her Highness's mind in the end, but at least you can help her avoid the trap of the treacherous... I can help you, Matildahl. I've always considered you a relative, so how could I not stand by you?"

Matildahl's chest heaved violently, and the influx of adrenaline made the world seem to stop.

Sometimes she cried and laughed, sometimes her face was grim, her fingers were bent like claws, deeply embedded in the bedding, and her distorted facial features looked like a madman.

"Even if His Highness misunderstands me, even if it means sacrificing myself..."

Matildaal was determined and hysterical.

"I won't let those bitches pollute His Highness's pure land!"

Volume 58: The Dreamers: . Rebellion

On the outskirts of Genting City, the wind is as sharp as a knife.

The three-foot-thick ice did not form overnight, and the plight of refugees in Yunling has been going on for a long time.

Successive cold waves have led to reduced crop yields and poor harvests. Not only Yunling, but the Old World, including the Land of Avalon, has been affected by this change.

Farmers in Yunling either sold their land and became tenants or serfs for the landlords, or they had no choice but to head to the city to seek a living. A large number of bankrupt people poured into the dark and cramped alleys, where entire families, regardless of gender, squeezed into cheap, filthy rented houses. Humans, dwarves, gnomes, and even ratmen filled every possible corner of the city.

Even in its most prosperous times, Cloudtop City had never been able to support such a large population. Therefore, as the unrest escalated and the Kingdom of Tailan imposed an embargo, the cost of importing goods from the New World skyrocketed, and theft, robbery, smuggling, human trafficking, and the sale of addictive drugs became popular businesses.

In order to improve the chaotic situation in Yunling, the Governor's Office had to impose an additional tax to crack down on criminals. As early as half a year ago, the citizens of Yunling paid their last copper coins to the Governor's Office.

During this cold winter, the common people of Yunding City not only had to worry about the increasingly high prices of grain, winter cotton clothes and fuel, but also had to devote themselves to the military expenses of Charles II's expedition. Even the prime minister of the time had never worked so hard. The pillar of the imperial court belonged to him.

The refugee camp is located at the edge of a forest farm owned by a baron. Fully armed security guards are patrolling back and forth, each of them with a sharp gaze, as if any untouchable who dares to steal wood will be burned to ashes under their scorching gaze.

A few hundred meters away, the castle-like manor was ablaze with lights. A leisurely, elegant minuet played amidst the raspy snow. The black smoke wafting from the chimneys, silhouetted against the moonlight, suddenly resembled a wisp of fairyland.

Feeling sleepy late at night, a security guard walked under a big tree. He first took out his snuff box and took two sniffs. Then he felt refreshed with a sneeze that resounded through the night sky.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out from beside him.

"Ah!" The security guard instantly drew the pistol from his waist, but he quickly saw his companion's appearance in the moonlight and felt relieved. "Son of a bitch, you almost scared me to death!"

"You scared me to death! You were so jumpy, I don't know what you were so nervous about." said the companion unhappily.

"Isn't it all about the recent murders of nobles? You should be more vigilant and don't let those low-class people sneak into the master's mansion!"

"Oh, I don't care if he's a master or not. Come, have a drink." The companion handed the bottle over and breathed. "They're singing and dancing in peace inside, while we're left outside to suffer from the cold and hunger. Alas, I don't know why."

"Stop saying such depressing things. The reward for this deal is quite high. If it goes smoothly, the money will be enough for you to buy hundreds of acres of land in the New World and become a master yourself," An Bao said happily. "Of course, I won't be as wealthy as those nobles, but I'll be better than the worst. The slaves there are cheap and durable. Then I'll be the king myself, hahahaha... ha, ha..."

He laughed twice, but suddenly found that his throat was powerless, as if it was twisted like a hemp rope, and the air was stuck in his throat, unable to go in or out.

"Uh, poison..."

He had been traveling around for twenty years, working as a sailor, adventurer, and mercenary. He was a good fighter and understood what was happening to him in an instant.

The security guard, clutching his neck and burying his chest, stumbled out of the forest, trying to scream for help. But he could barely make a sound, only hearing the rustling of footsteps in the deep forest.

One after another, figures in hooded robes strolled over.

"save……"

The security guard looked back in horror and saw a weathered middle-aged face appear in the moonlight, approaching in the blink of an eye.

Seal the throat with a knife.

As the body fell silently to the ground, the security guard's companion stepped forward and bowed, "Commander, the outer security has been eliminated."

"Very good. Tell the others to disguise themselves as security guards and infiltrate the castle, leaving no one alive. Also, send two teams to lead the refugees to seize the port and remove the supplies from the warehouses. Burn anything that cannot be transported. Move quickly and retreat to the mountains before daylight."

"Retreat? Commander, aren't we going into the city?"

"You haven't had any contact with the High Knights, so you don't understand their strength." The middle-aged man looked at the castle with a deep gaze. "We'll destroy all the city's supplies. Those desperate people in Cloudtop City will naturally rebel. Even if it takes half a month or a week... lambs won't always be so docile."

……

The night was passing, and at Yunting Villa, Iyana had a sense of shame after all, so she left the princess's bedroom early through secret techniques to prepare breakfast to avoid being seen by the maid.

As usual, the princess got up in the morning and changed her clothes with the help of the black-haired girl, and then went to the restaurant for dinner.