The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"You're lying. And how can I be compared with the God-Emperor?" Hestia pointed at the little thing, but she was not angry.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I was too excited, so I didn't say the right thing..." Alice finally lowered her head and explained guiltily, "A statue is just a statue after all. It's probably not even one-tenth as beautiful as the Divine Emperor. And Your Highness is a woman, so you're certainly different from the Divine Emperor. Each has their own merits and weaknesses, so we can't lump them together!"

"Your Highness, cough cough... Alice is just a child. Children sometimes speak without thinking. Please don't take it to heart..." Ms. Li Lan was so scared that she wanted to cover her mouth with a towel.

"Mother, why do we have to think before we tell the truth?" Alice asked curiously. "If we have to think, is it still the truth?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Hestia's eyes. She tried hard to recall, but she didn't remember Viola's sister appearing in later history.

It is such a pity that such a child died in the turmoil.

"You're better than your sister, Alice. Here's a little gift for you."

Hestia threw her Deep Sea Heart earring into the little girl's arms. She still didn't look at Viola, but instead focused her gaze on the strange blonde girl.

She was graceful and elegant, like a young girl, her long hair swaying like wheat in the cold breeze from the open door. Her fingers, exposed outside her sleeves, were clearly knuckled, with hints of calluses and cuts. Her face was wary, keeping strangers away, as alert as a leopard cat ready to leap a high wall at any moment.

She looks like a young lady from a wealthy family, but also not.

But even if she is a girl from a wealthy family, why would she be wandering around in such a slum?

This is not what normal tutoring should be like.

"Who are you?" Hestia looked at the blonde girl unscrupulously.

"Your Highness...this is Domis, my friend. She often delivers medicine to my mother." Viola quickly interrupted.

She knew that Erduo made Mibasi disgusted and resentful, and she was worried that her good friend would take out her anger on him.

But I dare not expect the Celestial Dragons to be magnanimous.

"you are a doctor?"

"No, Your Highness..." Domis practically squeezed out these few pleasant words through gritted teeth, "My father is a sea merchant who travels extensively. I usually live at the port and occasionally do some grocery business with shop owners in the surrounding communities..."

"for example?"

"Daily necessities such as combs, toothbrushes, towels, mirrors, and some gadgets from overseas..." Domis said in a measured tone.

"It's like this, Your Highness. Domis was originally going to deliver medicine to my mother, but the road was suddenly blocked by the police, and she didn't have time to get to the pharmacy. Wow, my mother has never been in good health, and my sister needs to buy books and uniforms for school. The family is barely making ends meet. Thanks to Your Highness..."

"Alice!"

"...Thank goodness your sister bought the complete set of stuffed dolls of the Twenty-Eight Danube Generals, otherwise little Alice would have gone hungry again."

"Oh?" Hestia looked at Viola deeply.

The latter hung his head and dug his toes into the mud, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Your Highness, Alice, Alice means..."

"You're welcome. I'm always generous." Hestia squinted her eyes and smiled, momentarily forgetting to pay attention to the blonde girl next to her. "Didn't Lilan say he was going home to pack his luggage? I guess he's almost ready."

"The Lower City is under martial law, and it's inconvenient for Viola to travel back and forth. Living in the academy really makes us feel more at ease, ahem…" Ms. Lilan didn't understand what was going on, but simply said gratefully, "She's lucky to be friends with Her Royal Highness. I just hope she doesn't cause any trouble for Her Royal Highness…"

"Mom, don't keep saying that... Dad..." Viola's voice trembled, her eyes were red, and she was almost crying in anxiety.

Alice looked at her sister curiously, not sure what she had said to her mother wrongly, but the little girl, who had been telling different stories to different people since she was four years old, understood one thing - her sister was not telling them the truth.

"It's okay. It's just a trivial matter. The Empire will reward every loyalty with an equivalent favor. So you don't need to thank me. This is what you deserve. Viola has already paid the price."

Hestia pronounced the word "price" so strongly that the girl's breath stopped.

She didn't know the price she'd paid, but that very unknown made it all the more terrifying. She hoped the princess would be even a little gentler, like when she'd sacrificed her life to save him in the meditation room, but that scene seemed like an illusion that hadn't existed. Her repeated attempts to speak well of the princess were nothing but self-hypnosis and anesthesia.

Viola didn't dare to face the reality that the princess was a villain. She felt so complicated that she couldn't express it clearly, and could only pray.

"Haha, that's it. The environment here is really not suitable for staying for too long. I should leave."

Hestia smiled, not intending to push Viola too hard.

The days ahead are enough for her to make plans. Now she is still the sixth princess of the empire and it is not suitable for her to stay in the slums for too long.

"Oh ah?"

Viola was a little stunned.

Leaving now? Aren't you going to sit for a while? She had clearly cleaned the room very carefully...

As expected, Her Royal Highness the Princess did not come to see her specifically.

Viola was disappointed and angry.

Are common people really not worthy of the attention of the powerful?!

She found herself beginning to hate the princess again, and at the same time she was worried that her previous lies would be investigated.

"Aren't you going to see me off, Miss Leland?" When they reached the door, Hestia suddenly turned around and smiled.

"OK……"

Viola shuddered, answered, and fell silent, as silent as a mute.

She led Hestia out of the Little Mouse Boutique Alley and all the way to the horse post in front of the Turtle Inn. Finally, just before the princess was about to step onto the carriage, she stammered, "Your Highness, about the doll..."

"Have you thought about the previous question?"

"Ah, question, what's the problem?"

"Idiot." Hestia chuckled.

Viola's expression darkened, realizing that His Highness was indeed very mean, cursing people for no reason.

"Do you think that rebelling against the party is more important to me, or that you are more important to me?"

Hearing Hestia's question, Viola's mind was in a mess.

Because she's not a particularly important person, Your Highness would rather stop considering the issue of the traitors than dwell on the lies told by a lowly person to protect her dignity?

Perhaps, in front of the dignified princess, the untouchables had no dignity to speak of. The Celestial Dragons only found the untouchables' self-esteem laughable.

"..."

"Don't you know? Do you want me to tell you in person?"

"I'm not, it's just..."

Viola opened her mouth. When the bubble of fantasy was burst, she should have been left with only anger, but anger was more powerless than an ant in front of the noble Tianlong.

She thought she could become the princess's right-hand man and compete with those arrogant upper-class people.

The princess gradually approached her, her lips close to her ear.

“Eh… Your Highness!?”

Viola tried to dodge, but found herself being held by the wrist, unable to evade, and could only allow herself to be manipulated by the princess, instilling her mockery and sarcasm.

However, the laughter she expected did not appear, but an extremely tempting and intoxicating sweetness appeared.

"Idiot, do you still need to consider this?"

The princess said.

"Of course it can only be you."

Volume 11: The Dreamer: . You Have Already Died

The carriage sped along the sparsely populated White Iris Avenue, with Clara at the helm. The mysterious and majestic metal carriage looked like the exotic beast mounted on the back of the Russian shepherd Khan. The granite-paved road stretched out in a winding path, leading all the way to the mountain pass guarded by the colossus.

Yunding City is built next to the mountains, but its most prosperous area is not in the harbor where the rivers converge, but in the mountain hub that connects Yunling and the inland.

The Upper City was once an important town where the Iron Army was stationed, intended to guard against the invasion of the Tyran elves and suppress mobs. It was a sharp sword hanging over the heads of the rebels by the Empire.

In case of emergency, the Iron Army masters can be ready to go within an hour, crushing the unruly people into dust like a mountain river. If the situation is unfavorable, there are thousands of heavy artillery on the high ground.

This was indeed a foresighted move. Over the past hundred years, the Thai army had been defeated three times, and dozens of uprisings of varying sizes were also eliminated by the Iron Army's casual butcher knife, thus consolidating the empire.

Therefore, the bureaucrats, wealthy businessmen and wealthy citizens of Genting City worked together and, relying on the Iron Army Master, built another inner city, which gradually evolved into today's upper city.

On ordinary days, the impoverished untouchables couldn't even afford the tolls to enter the upper city, and were barred from entering or leaving. Not to mention during martial law, even laborers who "smuggled" through the border were imprisoned and interrogated, creating an impenetrable barrier.

However, Hestia's carriage had a smooth journey. Even when it was still two hundred meters away, the guards guarding the intersection quickly removed the roadblocks to prevent Master Tianlong's carriage from stopping.

Ask the people inside to stop and be inspected. If they displease the emperor, who knows who will be the one to investigate.

"Your Highness, you seem to prefer Miss Lilan, but why didn't you say much to her this time?" Iyana, breaking her usual silence, carefully probed Hestia's thoughts. "Especially since she lied, and you know that, I thought you would..."

"Getting angry on the spot?" Hestia smiled and shook her head slightly. "You're not a child anymore, Iyana. Maybe sometimes the person you think is angry just wants you to see that look."

Iyana was stunned.

Your Highness means that her past anger was all fake?

"She lied, but who doesn't have their own ideas? Perhaps she simply felt that a white lie would better serve my loyalty?" Hestia turned her head and gazed deeply at Iyana with a sly, perceptive smile. "Do you think I should punish someone like this, Iyana?"

Iyana pursed her lips, looking hesitant.

The princess sounded like she was asking her, but Iyana understood that these words seemed to be talking about herself, both explicitly and implicitly.

The elf remained silent. Hestia, fiddling with the jeweled gilded staff in her hand, asked for her help, "What did you find when you examined the dead creature? Don't tell me of any surprises."

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I did hide something from you before..."

"You don't need to apologize. After all, I can't possibly beat you like a pariah." Hestia stretched out her bare hand, gently caressing Iyana's cheek with the back of her hand, and lifted the elf's smooth chin. "Do you know why I brought you out today?"

Iyana's eyes avoided, but compared to fear and uneasiness, her heart was more filled with tension at this moment.

The princess's golden eyes resembled her mother's. However, compared to the gentle and graceful Southern Empire princess who died young, her gaze held a different, more aggressive intensity.

A fierce little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Is it true to be a follower of the Tower? He's practically embodying the art of conquest and domination to its fullest. He's about to be punished by the little girl...