The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"Don't come over here! Your Highness!" Matildaal trembled, "You want to save her, right? You want to save this bitch! Your Highness, you've just been cursed by her. You might as well think carefully about what it is about her that makes you like her!"

Because I'm afraid of losing my head.

Hestia thought silently, of course, this is not something that can be told to outsiders.

Noticing the princess's silence, Matildahl's eyes lit up with joy. "Right, Your Highness! How could such a delicate, weak bitch like her be favored by Your Highness if she hadn't bewitched you with a curse?"

"Because she is good enough."

"Uh……"

"Miss Lilan is intelligent and sharp, a top-notch student at Cloudtop Arcane Academy. She will continue her studies at the Imperial University, contributing to the Divine Emperor's territories." Hestia sneered. "At best, she's a talented Fran, a descendant of the Sun Dynasty who has been locked in a tug-of-war with the Empire for centuries. And you, a Rus barbarian from the steppes, who ate raw meat and drank blood, are still reeking of animal cruelty even if you're wearing human clothing."

"No, that's not the case!" Matildahl's world seemed to shatter. "Your Highness, you wouldn't do that. You said loyal warriors are the most revered heroes of the empire, not this fancy satin that only flirts...!"

She was also praised as the most elegant and promising flower in the Miller family, and she knew how to flatter people. If she was not interested in the princess, how could she fight with the beast?

"Isn't what I'm saying clear enough? How could someone who's allowed himself into our house sit at the same table with a dog?" Hestia said disappointedly. "You've repeatedly disobeyed my will. Now I'm giving you one last chance. Release Viola, kneel down and sincerely apologize, and I'll allow you to stay at Cloud Court."

The princess looked directly at Matildaal, but her gaze seemed to penetrate her soul.

Inside Matildahl's body, a strange power is lurking, as if waiting for its opportunity.

Still refusing to show your head...

Hestia raised the corners of her lips, took another step forward, stood in the blood-colored magic circle, and felt endless hatred lingering in her mind.

"Don't come over here again, Your Highness!" Matildahl didn't dare to look the princess in the eye. He threw a sword at Viola's feet and shouted, "Pick it up. Either show Your Highness your bravery or admit your ugliness! Otherwise, I will kill you! Your Highness, don't come over here! Otherwise, I will kill her!"

After saying this, Matildahl's hatred seemed to affect the wild beasts in the entire forest through the magic circle. The wolves howled and were about to pounce into the magic circle and tear the tender and delicious meat into pieces.

"roll!"

Hestia shouted, and instantly, the wolves stopped in their tracks and hesitated to move forward due to the fear etched in their bones.

The princess looked at Matildahl again and said impatiently, "Don't make me mad, Miller. You have to think clearly about whether you are a loyal dog who obeys your master unconditionally, or a bad dog who is spoiled by his favor."

"Your Highness..." Matildahl shook his head frantically, "You don't understand, you don't understand! You were just deceived by her. She doesn't deserve your love!"

Viola, who was at the center of the vortex, was suddenly no longer afraid or cold. She was dizzy and her feelings were unclear.

What about pampering? It was as if those confusing and weird things in the dream suddenly fell into reality.

But she still didn't understand how all this happened?

She just read, ate and slept every day, and was clumsy when helping His Highness to dress and put on makeup. In order not to offend anyone, she avoided all possible social behaviors as much as possible, but was still inexplicably found by Miss Miller and kidnapped.

Now you say His Highness dotes on her?

Is there such a thing?

But if Your Highness didn't care about her, why would he come to this deep forest in the middle of the night?

"Bitch, you still refuse to give up your bewitchment of His Highness!" Matildaal was going crazy.

Why doesn’t Your Highness understand that she is the only one who has always been loyal?

Qingjun side!

For a moment, this concept flashed through Matildahl's mind.

The sound of insects crawling seemed to be heard in my ears, and those sounds twisted into vague notes.

"Kill her."

Who to kill?

Matildahl looked dazed.

"killed……"

She looked at Viola.

It was this person who robbed her doghouse, robbed her Prince, and robbed her of her happiest and most joyful time.

"Your Highness, I just, I just..." Matildahl's face was distorted, and red cracks appeared all over her body, as if her skin and flesh were about to be torn apart. She cried and laughed, her fur drooping, like a wet dog in the water. "I just want you to like me again..."

"When have I ever loved you?" Hestia shook her head slightly, feeling the suppressed emotions in her consciousness as she drew closer and closer to the being behind the door. "I'll say this one last time. Let her go."

Matildahl was horrified, stumbled backward, and finally collapsed on the tree stump.

"It's not true, it's not true..."

How could His Highness not favor her? He must have been bewitched by some evil person!

Xisuo's voice drilled into his mind: "How pitiful! Even your family has never loved you. How can a Tianlong person truly love the slaves who are everywhere?"

"No, Her Highness likes me, she just..."

"She just has a substitute, and she has many substitutes. When she gets tired of the substitutes, she won't think of you anymore, because you are not worth mentioning, because you yourself are a substitute."

"No! I am His Highness's favorite puppy! It's all those bitches! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!"

"Your father is also an old dog. You are no different. You clearly know who the real culprit is, but you dare not admit it. It is—"

"Princess."

"Yes."

"It's not His Highness. His Highness wouldn't hurt me. His Highness has always been doing this for my own good. How could he hurt me? It's all because of those bitches—" Matildael had lost all her spirit and muttered in a trance. She didn't even have the strength to get angry. She wrapped herself tightly, her blood vessels curling her into a bud like the fibers of a withered flower. "I just want to be liked by His Highness. I just..."

"Matildahl." In the dim light, the cold and handsome silver-haired girl stood in front of her and stretched out a hand. "Are you having a nightmare?"

With tears in her eyes, Matildahl raised her face slightly. Lying on the warm velvet bed, she opened her eyes to the vague outline and subconsciously stretched out a hand: "Your Highness, I really want to..."

Their fingers touched, and the soft touch slammed her into his arms, "Oh my little puppy baby, why are you crying?"

Why cry?

Matildahl cried out, and threw himself into the arms of the silver-haired girl as if he had lost his bones. "Your Highness, I had a nightmare and thought you didn't like me anymore!"

"Stupid dog, you said it was a nightmare."

"Well...Your Highness, you still like me, right?"

"Why are you asking such a stupid question? If I don't like you, who else can I like?" The voice was so soft that it made people sink into it. "I like Matildaal the most."

Someone likes me.

The voice vibrated wildly in my mind.

Your Highness likes me!

The anger turned into excitement, and Matildahl felt like a flower bud blooming in the snow.

"Your Highness!"

Viola looked in horror at Matildahl Miller, whose skull was being torn apart piece by piece, and the princess approaching Matildahl.

Matildahl blossomed like a flower, peeling petals one by one, revealing a frenzied eyeball trembling within its blood-red stamen. From hand to foot, from skin to bones, the girl seductively and eerily released her frenzied emotions, yet a peaceful whisper seemed to escape.

"Your Highness likes me."

The sound was like a fleeting wind, as if it was just an illusion.

"Worms," ​​Hestia deadpanned.

"Your Highness, be careful!" Viola saw the crazy flowers and leaves entangled with the princess, and immediately rushed forward, but was blocked by the princess with the hilt of her sword.

The petals entangled the princess's arms, the fragrance of the resting flower seeped into her flesh, the mist of dreams began to spread, the blood-red world shone with dazzling golden light, and time seemed to stand still.

A shrill, frantic voice emerged from the flowers: "I've got you!"

In an instant, the forest scenery faded, and Meng Su overrode reality, dragging the princess into it.

"I was going to let this loser kill your new favorite to piss you off... but now it's not so bad."

A blood-red beauty with a slender neck was born from the flower. She was shining and gorgeous, graceful and elegant.

"You really like your new favorite, so you came here in such a hurry, even without bringing servants. However, it doesn't matter even if you brought servants. I will sew your paths together. This magic circle covering the entire forest is a cage tailor-made for you!"

It wanted to use Matildaal's sorrow and anger to invade the princess's soul in one fell swoop and drive her into madness.

"I originally only wanted to make you fall into resentment and spread deception through your slaughter, but unfortunately you got ahead of yourself... In that case, you will be my new shell now!"

"Parasite Princess, do you think you can hide this from the Empire?" Hestia smiled faintly and raised her rapier towards the blood-red female body that lived with the flowers. "In the end, it's still a dead end."

"You're the one who died first—"

Countless thorny vines pierced through her flesh, as if trying to turn the princess into an empty shell.

However, even though the princess's internal organs were corroded, the blood-red female body still did not sense the other party's soul. Only a faint voice like the wind could be heard:

"Your Highness likes me—"

"Who have you caught?" A clear voice sounded in the sky.

"This is……"

The blood-red female body wanted to break free, but saw the empty shell of the princess rolling it up like a whirlpool. The dream that originally belonged to the path of hatred was once again shrouded in the veil of nothingness.

In the desolate wilderness, a huge monument stands tall, and a blood-red river, drowning countless vengeful spirits, meanders along.

The empty shell dissipated, and Hestia emerged from the shadow beneath it. She casually discarded the doll, whose face had melted away, and said, "Aynive's toys are so useless."

She looked at the female body with a slender neck. The other party grew out of the delicate flower of Matidal. The stem was like a pistil and the body was like a stem. Every step was like an upright centipede twisting, weird and weird.

"Noel Tinson, you look like a blood relative of yours. Is this the result of a long-standing feud?"

"You know the enemy..."

"I know more than you think."

Noelle Tinson laughed instead of being surprised, her eyes sinister. "As expected of the princess of Lorraine Herbois, you can even find the sacred artifact containing the secret realm, but do you think you can trap me? I have opened up a path for you, a path meticulously crafted for you. I have woven your path with Matildaal's. As long as I hold her thread in my hand, you will never escape the temptation of your enemy!"

"Really?" Hestia scoffed.

She hid the dimension of the Witch's Book in the "Shadow Puppet" given to her by Ainiwei, just to take into account the temptation of Qiu Su to penetrate her soul.

Therefore, the doll that contained her spiritual aura was actually a grave dug for her enemies.

Noel Tinson was afraid that she would not fall for his temptation, and Hestia was also afraid that if she brought more thugs, she would scare this guy away.

If the other party was the real body, the princess would run away without saying a word, but now its real body is deader than dead. If it wants to "come back to life", it will probably have to become a ghost first.

"Not only will your secret realm fail to trap me, but it will leave you with no hope of escape."