The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"You want to trick me? You want to be a hero, huh?"

Just as he was about to speak, he saw several stronger men in black approaching.

"Um, Mr. Officer..." Viola ran over as if she had been rescued, "These people..."

"Please leave as soon as possible, all outsiders." The man just emphasized it in a formulaic manner, as cold as an iron sculpture.

Viola shut up, feeling that these people were scarier than the mafia. She stopped talking immediately and quickly fled from the place of trouble.

"Hmph, retreat!" The strong man knew that he was in bad luck today, so he told his men to leave.

However, at the other end of the road appeared a burly man, solemn and dignified, who fit the image of an iron army sergeant far more than the others.

He said, "You can't leave."

"My Lords, I know the rules here," the burly man grinned and took out a bag full of coins. "A small token of my respect..."

The burly man took the bag, weighed it, and put it in his arms. He was delighted and said, "Then we brothers will not hinder you from investigating the case."

"We have to collect the stolen money and deal with the people as well."

"This..." The burly man's face darkened. "My dear masters, if that young lady just now is indeed from the law enforcement team, then I apologize in advance. However, we in the Whale Shark Club also follow the instructions of the Inquisitor to help maintain order in the town. We are also loyal to the empire. Isn't this a bit inappropriate? Uh..."

The burly man stretched out his hand towards the strong man. The latter's pupils suddenly shrank. Just as he was about to fight back, his neck was grabbed. With a single hand twist, he heard the crackling of bones and no reaction at all.

He died cleanly, without a drop of blood or incontinence.

"Killed!"

The ones who screamed in shock were not the residents of this street, but the thugs under the command of the strong man.

"Killed!"

"Killed!"

The gang members fled in panic, but how could they escape from the iron wall?

"Who's shouting here?" A man with a shaky gait came over, wearing a white robe.

"It's Master Martin!" The gang members crawled over as if they had seen their savior. "Master Martin, these people kill everyone they see. Even if we tell them the name of the Inquisition, it won't help!"

"Hmm?" The man called Martin looked at him with a sneer, "I'm Imperial First-Class Inspector Lawton Martin. Who are you?"

The burly man walked over, grabbed a gang member by the neck, and strangled him without any expression.

"How dare you!" Martinm glared at his dignity challenged. He happened to see the coat of arms pinned on the man's shirt inside his coat from an upward angle, and suddenly panicked, "High, high, high, high... high..."

"Master Martin, please quickly try this criminal who killed innocent people, Master Martin, Master Martin?"

Sir Martin knelt down, opened his mouth, his throat made a rustling sound, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Iron Cross, Iron Knight Aston." The burly man said simply, pulling out his gun. "Deal with it as soon as possible. We have to keep up with Miss Lilan."

After saying that, he pointed the black muzzle of the gun at the examiner's eyebrows and silenced it with his power.

"Om."

There was no blood spilling out of the scene, but the death was still very clean, like a silent painting.

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PS:

5k words. Actually this chapter could be written up to 8k, with some remaining interactions with the princess when returning to the villa, but it’s too late and I have to go to bed.

I wanted to write in the afternoon but my chest felt stuffy, so I slept for a while. In the evening, I went to the pharmacy to buy some GABA. I feel better now. I’m not sure if it’s a mental problem, but it’s always good to go to bed early.

Just consider it as a 4k chapter you still owe, I’ll make it up next time.

The carriage from the post station entered the upper city and climbed the mountain. The stone pillar lamps winding along the slope illuminated the black-haired girl's hunched shoulders, until they arrived at the fountain square with a wide view outside Yunting Villa. The vague feeling of being followed in their spiritual perception gradually dissipated.

Viola breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to the castle. The restaurant was filled with the aroma of food as usual. During the two months she had lived in the villa, Ms. Iyana's cooking skills had always given her endless surprises. There were new dishes every time from morning to night.

"Your Highness, I'm late..."

The black-haired girl was still thinking about what happened on the way. She walked to the dining table, but suddenly her seat was empty and she fell to the ground.

what……

She glanced blankly at the chair and realized she had somehow ended up sitting crookedly.

"Do you really regard this villa as your home and yourself as the mistress here?" The princess was as proud as ever, and her tone of voice was always sharp.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I encountered something on the way..."

"I told you to leave?" The princess sneered. "When did I ever allow you to go out freely without asking for leave?"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness." Viola bowed her head. Although it was Sunday, serving as a servant to the princess didn't seem to involve any holidays. Oh, she didn't even have a contract.

This is not a problem. Viola believes that as long as His Highness is willing, he can always produce dozens of different legally binding contracts.

During this time, she has learned not to argue with the princess, and knows how to feel the princess's "meticulous" "care" from some small details.

No matter how ferocious His Highness was, he had never actually hit her except for the time he overturned the stall. Furthermore, he had protected her many times in times of danger, from Crown Plaza, to Rat Alley, to the library, and even that time with Miss Miller...

Although His Highness would still call her Viola the puppy when he was in a good mood, and call her a clumsy stupid dog when he was in a bad mood, His Highness also said that she was more important, didn't he?

Viola constantly reflected on herself, feeling that as His Highness's maid, spending her time in the library every day was indeed a dereliction of duty. Not only was she sorry for His Highness's kindness, she also felt unworthy of the annual salary of thirteen gold shields.

Not to mention the dozens of hectares of land and serfs that the Lilan family had picked up for free... She hadn't even visited the manor awarded by the princess. Those distant and unseen wealth were like lines of numbers in an account book. Only when making mortgage loans could she feel the huge energy contained between the lines, which made her feel like she was in another world.

Cautiously accepting the princess's scrutiny, Viola listened to the prince's temper: "Is this all you can do? A servant of the imperial princess is always a resolute and upright mastiff, not someone who can't even utter a complete sentence. Are you harboring resentment towards me?"

what……

She no longer had any dissatisfaction.

"Hey, Your Highness, but..." Viola opened her mouth in grievance, not daring to argue. She had witnessed the princess's capriciousness and unpredictability. She wanted you then, and now she doesn't want you either. She might as well tie your hands and feet and make you pose!

I don't know why, but Viocilla had such self-destructive thoughts, and some resentment grew in her heart.

"do you have any opinion?"

"No, Your Highness..."

"You have no opinion at all. What's the point of having you here? Hmm? You left the villa without permission, didn't you have a lot of ideas?"

"Wow... Viola knows she's wrong."

"What did you do wrong? Do you know what you did wrong? I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so lenient with you."

Hearing the princess say this, Viola didn't know how she had offended the princess again. After thinking about it, she thought that it might be that she had left the manor without permission.

Viola felt that she had received such great benefits from the princess, but she did not fulfill her duties as a servant. This was really wrong!

"I am Your Highness's maid, Viola. I should serve Your Highness wholeheartedly. How could you leave the Villa without permission? It's my fault, Your Highness. I know I was wrong..." Viola raised her pretty face and looked at the princess with tearful eyes. "Please forgive me. I will do my best to carry out your every order."

If it weren't for His Highness, her family might have died in the snowstorm, died of hunger, died in the riots brought by the zombies and rebels, died of plague and disease. She herself might also have fallen in some unexpected incident.

The lives of ordinary people are worthless, and their tiny happiness is like a dandelion, which will be scattered by the wind.

She was truly grateful to His Highness for giving her this opportunity to change her fate.

"Ugh."

Viola heard the princess sigh helplessly, and she nodded as if satisfied, then shook her head as if disappointed.

As a servant, it was difficult for her to fathom the thoughts of the noble Tianlong Master, but based on her past experience, at times like this, all she had to do was listen and submit.

As for shame and self-respect, Viola believed that she had not lost these precious qualities. She still wanted to be His Highness's friend and melt His Highness's icy arrogance. She just wanted to make the noble Tianlong understand the value of friendship. It would be impossible to succeed by just being aggressive and contradictory.

It is precisely because His Highness has such shortcomings that she should remain calm and help His Highness become a wise leader!

When she was a child, she heard the bards in the town tell many regretful stories about kings being bewitched by treacherous officials. Viola felt that she had the responsibility to protect the king.

"As a punishment, you are not allowed to eat tonight." The princess said suddenly, smiling like a mischievous fox.

"what--"

"What are you talking about? Go and boil some hot water. I want to see what mud pit you, stupid dog, have rolled in today. You smell like a poor bastard."

"It's not a mud pit, it's in the suburbs near the temple. Many homeless people live there..."

"Ok?"

"I'll do it right now!"

Violinla didn't dare to continue! For fear of being beaten by the princess, she fled from the restaurant on an empty stomach.

In her free time, she served the princess twice daily. One was in the morning, when she washed and dressed. Afterward, the princess always had complicated matters to attend to and disliked being followed, so she would go to the library to study. The other was in the evening, when she bathed. Sometimes, she would be in her nightgown in the study, working on some remaining files. Lady Iyana would ask her to bring her some cut fruit and teach her to wait at the door, awaiting her instructions.

Ms. Iyana taught her to improve her friendship with His Highness, and part of her experience of accepting fate came from Ms. Iyana's teachings.

To be fair, Viola liked this kind half-elf lady very much. She was mature, intellectual, and loving. Although sometimes, the lady in her twenties looked at her with maternal eyes, as if she was examining her own children, which made Viola a little uncomfortable, it was only because the lady looked young.

Viola knew that half-elves and elves had long lifespans, so she didn't particularly mind Lady Iyanna's gaze.

After testing the warm pool water, Viola sprinkled flower petals on it and lit a teapot-shaped incense burner beside the steaming pool. After the soothing moon algae incense filled the air, she hung a bath towel and helped the princess take off her outer clothes one by one.

The magical wall lamps cast a hazy glow, like a burst of light woven into golden threads, draped over the shoulders and hair. Viola gazed at the princess' profile in fascination—her fair skin as smooth as satin, her slender figure towering like a steep mountain, her form steep and dangerous, her aura magnificent and elegant. A red temple rested on the snow, silver fields nestled on the hills, tender lotus roots emerged from the valley, tender catkins echoed in the waves, jade pillars embraced the river, and jade steps shone like lotus flowers.

The reflection in the dream became clear at this moment, and the vague throbbing was like a swarm of ants biting at the skin.

"Shua."

The princess strolled into the water, immersed in clusters of wine-red petals, like a bud about to bloom.

Viola knew that even though the princess was beautiful, she was not a delicate flower. Beneath her delicate and beautiful silver shell lay a pair of dragon eyes that were brighter than the sun, and she also embodied the cruelty and authority of the Heavenly Dragon.

But she blushed and lowered her head, still unable to help looking at the petite and charming red halo in the water.

Even though she was in the water, Viola still felt dry in the mouth.

The scenes in the dream became more and more real, making the maid who only dared to hide and peek in the dream feel the urge to flee.

"Why, have you forgotten your duty as a servant again?"

Viola heard the princess's impatient voice and responded silently. She fetched a box of various essential oils, swam behind the princess lying on the shore, closed her eyes, and began to maintain her noble body.

"Ambergris."