The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"Purple Danlu."

"Rose Red Spirit."

"..."

Wei) Ola identified each bottle of essential oil, feeling the complex aromas and recalling the perfumery knowledge Ms. Iyana taught her.

This box is a luxury item in the world of potions. It is said to be able to eliminate illness, strengthen the body, enhance the spirit, strengthen spiritual perception, prolong life and youth, and make the withered face radiant.

Viola didn't know whether it really had such a great effect. She only knew that a box of essential oils could be exchanged for a manor.

Drip bath, massage, volatilization, each bottle of essential oil has different usage methods, corresponding to different steps and processes.

One corner of the bathtub was built into an ergonomic outline. The princess floated half of her body on the water and took a waterproof book from the shelf to read.

"What is your Highness looking at?" Viola tried her best to divert her attention, but the delicate touch in her hands always drilled into her head inappropriately.

"An Adventurer's Journal." The princess yawned. "To be precise, it's an autobiographical novel written by a best-selling Castellan author. Some of the lore in it suggests he has a background in esotericism. The explorations into ruins, kingdoms, tribes, and the wilderness of the New World probably also contain some elements of reality."

"Oh...I rarely read these stories."

"Because your mind is filled with studying, studying, and studying, and you don't know how to balance work and rest." The princess criticized.

"But other than that, I don't know what to do... Can I find some storybooks to read during my break?" Viola asked in a requesting tone, "I actually... I really like the story of the chivalrous knight Natalia."

"Whether you see it or not is your business, but stay away from those flowery and frivolous romance novels."

Viola suddenly became alert when she heard the princess' voice.

"Why?" the maid asked hesitantly.

"Are you interested in those vulgar love talks between gentlemen and ladies?"

"Uh…I haven't thought about it."

Viola thought about it and found that she was not moved at all. Instead, the silhouette of Her Royal Highness the Princess appeared in her mind again.

Does talking about love mean liking each other?

But how do you define it as a friend’s love, and how do you define it as a lover’s love?

"Ah."

"Your Highness, please turn around."

Viola warned quietly, and then saw the princess facing her without any scruples.

The new bamboo shoots are ripe, and they are growing wildly.

The black-haired girl didn't dare show any strange expression. She turned her face to the side, trying not to look or think. Her throbbing became more and more intense, and the soft body made her feel uneasy.

"How long do you want to rub it?"

Suddenly, the princess's words broke Viola's thoughts.

"Uh……"

"Are you still thinking about what happened before? Do you want to humiliate me, the hateful bully?" The princess threw the book aside, held down Viola's hands as she tried to withdraw them, and jokingly asked, "Do you want revenge on me?"

"No, I never thought of revenge on His Highness..." Viola said in panic, but she found that she was not afraid or anxious at all. She felt the touch of His Highness's palm and wanted to be held by His Highness like that, forever.

Apart from his personality, His Highness is impeccable.

Viola was envious but not jealous, she just wanted to stay longer, just like observing the wonders and splendor of nature.

Your Highness is so beautiful that it seems like a fairyland.

"So, I really bullied you?"

“No, not really.”

"But I just want to bully you."

After saying this, the princess suddenly stood up, and with subversive force, she pushed Viola back into the water.

"Your Highness!"

Viola choked on the water and struggled, but the princess grabbed her neck and turned her around to subdue her at the edge of the pool.

The maid was surprised to see His Highness open a bottle of priceless essential oil, and the cool and smooth fragrance poured down her head and all over her face.

The princess leaned close to Viola's ear, and a gentle, yet treacherous, tickling sensation spread across her spine. Her voice was like a worm whispering, "You said you would do your best to carry out every one of my orders?"

"Your Highness, that's not what I meant. I..."

Viola was still a little uneasy if she was really going to be bullied.

"Ok?"

"Your Highness, could you please stop bullying me..."

Viola could only beg for mercy.

The princess turned her over, like a salted fish cooked in a frying pan, with essential oil ruffling her black hair. Her fingers, stained with balm, slid across her soft nose and scraped across her lips. The cool sensation evaporating from top to bottom, dancing like a snake, attracting her whole body to throb like a magnet, drilling deeper.

Only a boat is docked at the port, and the water is white and clean.

The princess leaned over to look at her, her nose almost touching her face. Viola stared nervously at the pair of golden eyes that seemed to be flashing, and she couldn't tell whether it was sweat or bath water dripping from her red mouth to her red lips.

"Which little dog will do everything it says?" asked the princess.

The throbbing converged towards the source. Viola opened her cherry lips slightly, but swallowed the sound into her throat.

"Your Highness..." A strange voice coughed out from her throat. Viola was dazed and confused, "Ugh!"

Suddenly, the face so close to her was no longer far away, the fragrance of lips exchanged, the fragrance was faint, and Viola opened her eyes wide -

Dream! This must be a dream!

She didn't understand how His Highness could possibly...

“Your Highness!”

"Now I'm humiliating you, what can you do?"

"No, no, no, no... I can't help it, Your Highness, I, I, I, I..."

Hey, is this humiliation?

Viola, however, felt no sense of shame; she seemed immersed in a garden of flowers, with bees and butterflies flocking to explore her sweet thoughts and savor their aftertaste.

It was as if thousands of ants were crawling by, and the maid vaguely felt the throbbing, but her shame prevented her from thinking further.

She noticed a flash of understanding in the princess's eyes, followed by an overbearing confidence that was unquestionable. "You seem to have no sense of shame at all. Did the puppy make you lose your dignity as a human being, or do you like it this way?"

The princess had already torn off her outer skin, and now, it seemed as if she was going to peel off all the coverings in her heart.

Viola was embarrassed and shook her head hurriedly: "I didn't think that..."

"That means you don't like me, bad dog."

"me……"

Viola didn't want to say no at all, but what if she said yes?

If His Majesty Yanguoer said, "Halengha (laughing, laughing eight times), that she was a filthy toad dog wanting to eat Jutianlong flesh," wouldn't she be "utterly humiliated?"

But the fragrance of Tianlong was so irresistible that she could not help herself. She had been haunted by the dream for dozens of nights, and the revelation of the glow seemed to require her to unconditionally obey the princess in front of her.

The princess had done her a favor, and it would not be excessive for her to devote her body and soul to repaying the favor, both emotionally and logically.

"I like Your Highness..." Viola said, turning her head away, "I have always wanted to be friends with Your Highness. Can Your Highness just call me Viola?"

The princess didn't answer, but winked meaningfully. "If your voice sounds more like Viola than a puppy, I'll call you Viola. You're looking forward to it, aren't you?"

"What expectations, Your Highness? I don't..." Viola was at a loss. Suddenly, her pupils constricted. "Ah——"

The gentle breeze blows into the sea and the boat crosses the fjord.

Stretching six thousand miles eastward from the Yunling Mountains, the cold and towering pagoda forest stands among the peaks.

High-hanging bridge cables stretch across the sky, and buildings as dense as ant nests stand on the crown of the dome. The sun's rays are cast down from the giant statue with outstretched arms on the cliff. The steel-forged city is bathed in holiness, like thousands of sharp blades unsheathed from the abyss, or like an impregnable heavenly fortress, guarding the strict and eternal order.

The gods reign supreme, atop the mountains and peaks. For millennia, it has been ruled by elves, dwarves, gnomes, and humans. From the crypts to the surface, the mountains and valleys bear witness to those glorious days.

In the distant past, this place was once a forbidden zone plagued by demons. Dwarves and elves once united, and once again, an epic war broke out that affected the Dream Realm. Every carved mountain is a fortress, and every majestic ridge is an impenetrable line of defense.

Today, the painstaking efforts of countless generations of dwarves and gnomes have connected the mountains into a single, unbroken whole. Indestructible cables and smoky tracks crisscross the mountains. Above is the Supreme Palace, atop a snowy peak; beneath is a bottomless abyss of steel. Men and mice, dwarves and gnomes, elves and lizards, citizens and slaves—countless tiny figures build nests and burrows within the indescribable iron behemoth. Even the most dedicated Chancellor of the Empire could not fathom how many people dwell within the radiant mountains.

Elven travelers from afar once claimed that King's Landing was a prison-turned-race melting pot, where countless races danced under the shackles of the Empire, forging silent images of blood. Yet, this did not prevent tens of millions of registered citizens and slaves from using their loyalty and fervor to repeatedly expand the territory of the Divine Capital, establishing an immortal monument to the Empire's vast expansion.

Now, the Emperor is about to launch another massive crusade, his sword reaching the fields and pastures of the Rus' herdsmen. Anyone selected to become a glorious imperial soldier, even a logistics soldier managing baggage and miscellaneous tasks, will easily achieve fame and fortune, and return home in glory.

The last Crusade had been sixteen years earlier, during the Emperor's suppression of the Ember Sea Dwarves. The Ember Sea Campaign lasted a decade, mobilizing over fifty legions and employing millions of ratmen. The Empire burned nearly every Dwarven city on the west coast of the Ember Sea, and every surviving soldier reaped a lifetime's worth of wealth. Among those with outstanding merit, officers were granted on-the-spot honors, becoming Imperial nobles.

The opportunity to expand the territory for the God-Emperor is fleeting. Many citizens may only have such a chance in their lifetime. For this reason, loyal citizens of the empire would rather join the army at their own expense than not let the glory of the God-Emperor shine on the sinful land of heresy.

However, even so, the military expenditure for the empire's expedition was still like a bottomless pit that swallowed billions of gold. The finance ministers changed three times in a row, and even if the emperor wanted to twist off their heads, they would not be able to spit out a single gold from their mouths.

In the Dragon Back Mountains, the lights are bright and the city where the nobles live in debauchery overlooks the valleys cut by the mountains and ravines. Above the nobles, on the highest point of the snowy mountain peaks, the inaccessible palace complex receives the baptism of the violet moon's glory and accepts the worship of all things in heaven and earth.

Surrounded by wind and snow, the palace is like spring all year round.

The garden was filled with the sound of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers. A middle-aged man with graying blond hair was lying in a rocking chair by the lake with a peaceful expression. From time to time, he could hear the sound of hard objects being thrown into the water.

It was another young man with light blond hair, who bore a resemblance to the man on the recliner, looking at first glance like father and son. He held a stone bowl filled with gleaming gold shield coins. Whenever a fish opened its mouth near the lake, he would toss the coins into the water, attracting a swarm of other fish to scramble for them.

"All this fighting for illusory things will end up in nothing in the end." The young man sat on the shore, his eyes desolate, but he kept a smile on his lips.

"Fish don't eat gold coins." The middle-aged man smiled, and indelible wrinkles instantly appeared on his face.

"Fish don't eat gold coins, but they still fight over them. Even if they become immortal fools, they will still bite each other to the bone for the taste of destiny." The young man looked back at the middle-aged man and asked, "You look older than you did ten years ago. Do you regret it now?"

"I should be the one asking you this. After sitting in a birdcage for thirty years, do you regret your decision?"

"The Empire needs change. The Mandate of Heaven is irrelevant. The High Knights helped you ascend to the throne. Do you think they truly support you?"

"The Knights of the Spiritual Dream have always been loyal to the Divine Emperor. We are under the command of Heaven, and they cannot rebel against us."

"The Empire's wars are disasters. What you are doing is like drinking poison to quench thirst... You will die soon."

"Death is the fate of all mortals. The Tower needs time, the Empire needs time, and all must die for it. Do you think I'm keeping you here simply out of consideration for brotherly love?" The purple-clad man left his chair, walked over to the young man, picked up a gold coin and tossed it into the lake. He smiled gently, "If the war fails and I can no longer withstand the erosion of destiny, then you will take the throne."