The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"When you come with me to banquets, do you have to wear a maid outfit or some ill-fitting old clothes?" Hestia scoffed at the black-haired girl's reserved demeanor and criticized her. "You're mine, representing the princess's dignity. I don't want to hear gossipmongers talking about me behind my back, calling me a stingy mistress."

"Oh……"

At the word "master," Viola nodded glumly.

"What's wrong? Are you ashamed of your pride and don't want to be my servant?" The princess noticed the maid's strangeness and blew hot air into her ear.

"no……"

"So you want to be served by me rather than serve me? You are mine, so I have the right to - 'humiliate' - you at any time."

The princess dragged out the last syllable, and Viola's heartstrings were shaken, and she was immediately blown away and lost her direction.

The feeling of being controlled by others was not what the girl was used to, but whenever she thought of the feeling of being held in the hands of the princess, she could feel an immense sense of fulfillment and satisfaction.

As she continued to think like this, Viola for a moment (I forgot why) seemed to resist the dualistic theory of "master and servant" and murmured in a voice as soft as a mosquito's dream: "Your Highness, Lady Iyana is still here..."

"Then don't wake her." Hestia licked the maid's earlobe and moved it cunningly, making the shy girl dare not open her eyes.

Unbeknownst to Viola, the elf sitting to the princess's left had been dozing. With a thin blanket draped over her lap, the emerald beauty not only had to listen to the girls' whispers but also had to hold the princess's delicate fingers together, patiently trying not to make the slightest sound.

The tall and agile purple mare stopped at a clothing store.

"Your Highness, we're here." Clara's voice came from the front.

Viola woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly put a little distance between herself and the princess, and hurriedly straightened her messy buttons.

"Get out of the car," Hestia patted Viola's shoulder, turned her head and bit the tip of the elf's ear, whispering, "It's time to wake up, Iyana."

"Um... Your Highness!"

Iyana was both angry and resentful. She looked into those golden eyes with tenderness, but in the end she said nothing.

She was a retainer of Lorraine, or more precisely, a personal servant and slave of the Princess of Lorraine, with an oath of loyalty to her master engraved in her blood.

This was also the aristocratic education that Iyana received. She would not feel jealous, and was even willing to bless the princess's true love. However, elves had a sense of shame after all. His Highness flirted with Miss Lilan while secretly having an affair with her, which was really beyond her moral bottom line.

The Star-Moon Clan adheres to the tradition of monogamy, and Lorraine, who believes in the Light, also adheres to similar doctrines. However, now that there is a princess who has accepted the imperial culture, Iyana has no choice but to constantly adjust herself to adapt.

"Ugh."

Looking at the two graceful figures, one silver and one black, walking into the clothing store, the elf sighed.

Iyana knew that she could not possess the princess, nor did she intend to usurp the throne and become the mistress of Lorraine. She was just worried that His Highness would indulge her too much and delay the affairs of the family and the country.

Based on her understanding of Miss Li Lan, that gentle yet stubborn girl would probably not be willing to share her lover.

Iyana knew very well how important Miss Lilan was to His Highness, so she would rather be cheated on for the rest of her life than allow any rift to arise between the princess and her beloved servant.

"Let's persuade His Highness tonight..."

Thinking of the promise the princess had made to him at noon, the elf became restless again.

In the Swallowtail Butterfly Fashion Store, luxurious women's clothing is displayed along the walls, there is a dazzling array of eye-catching exquisite jewelry, and there are too many ready-made suits to take in. Any woman who steps into this huge coat store will be lost in it and will not stop until she tries on every outfit.

"Should I buy the clothes here?"

Viola felt timid as soon as she entered the room. She saw the young ladies commenting on the style and fabric of each piece of clothing, and she immediately felt very uncomfortable.

Although she was beautiful, she felt as if those voices were judging her. No matter how outstanding she was, they would always find some flaws in her.

"These clothes aren't for sale," a charmingly dressed salesperson greeted with a smile. "These fashions represent current trends or are unique designs by designers. If you have a favorite style, we have someone who can tailor it to your specifications."

Hestia looked at the clerk thoughtfully. "A butterfly transforms into a chrysalis, weaving a knot?"

"Oh, is that your respected elder sister? I'm so sorry, I'm not very good at recognizing people. I..." The clerk immediately looked embarrassed, "I'll go call your elder sister..."

"No need to bother. I'm just curious about the makeup of you shop assistants." Hestia waved her hand and said, "Help her make some presentable outfits. Viola, just tell her what you like. I'll wait for you at the door."

"Hmm..." Viola nodded slightly.

"Well, elder sister, what kind of elegant dress do you like? If possible, I would like to recommend it to you..."

The clerk continued to introduce the shop incessantly. Although he was five or six years older than Viola, his earnest attitude was full of respect.

Just because she is a feather slave of the Cocoon Sisterhood.

Yu Nu is not a secret cultivator, but a mortal who gained the favor of Jian Nu and accepted the transformation of power, so he calls Jian Nu his eldest sister.

In addition to Marilyn Lelong's branch, there should be several sister and mother groups in the realm of understanding in Cloudtop City. As soon as Hestia arrived, she saw the strong symbol of cocoon clothes through the Witch Book, so she asked this question.

But beyond the cocoon, she also saw the lingering shadow that followed her all the way.

"Your Highness, aren't you with Miss Lilan?" Iyana gave the princess a confused look.

"It's okay, I'll watch her."

Hestia said, observing the movements of the entire block through the [Eye of Truth].

It has been some time since the bounty for killing the dragon in the Night's Watch Secret Realm was put on the market. During this period, the Iron Guards also caught some suspicious people wandering around the villa, but they were all mortals. They were imprisoned and tortured to death without revealing any information.

The inquisitor in charge of the interrogation was the first to accuse them of being a group of stubborn traitors, but Hestia later felt that someone was probably trying to muddy the waters and use these mortals as bait.

The opponent is very vigilant and patient, like a shrewd hunter.

Noticing the hint in the princess' eyes, Iyana understood what was going on. She quietly retreated and disappeared into an undetectable area.

Hestia casually flipped the dress on the hanger, and her casual yet seductive posture attracted everyone's attention. The princess's unique temperament was indeed full of charm. Besides being arrogant, she gave people a sense of danger that was difficult to approach.

"Dear guest, I am Odile, the manager of Swallowtail Fashion Shop. How can I help you?"

An elegantly dressed lady appeared beside the princess.

"you know me?"

"Yes, sir. Sister Marilyn has already told us... Are you choosing a dress? If you're interested, we have some exclusive pieces that aren't on display. If you wear them at the palace gala, you'll definitely be the star of the show."

The noble lady did not mention the identity of the princess, but everything was left unsaid.

Hestia remained noncommittal and said, "I don't dislike such fancy clothes, but I can't say I like them much either."

"Hmm?" The lady opened a folding fan and smiled gracefully, "May I ask the reason?"

"Because the tall knight's movements are so violent, the fancy and complicated dress really hinders his killing," said Hestia.

Just then, two customers, a man and a woman, walked into the fashion store, chatting and laughing as they approached the princess. The young and beautiful woman walked past the rows of clothing racks, her eyes wandering.

"Uh……"

The lady didn't expect the princess to speak so bluntly. She smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to continue. At this moment, the two guests flashed and disappeared from her sight.

Spirituality?

Secret cultivation?

That is……

She was quick-witted and immediately thought of the rumors about the princess in some secret gatherings and wanted to respond.

However, she has had no combat experience since she was born. She is good at tying up beauties and can protect herself with ease, but she is a little slow in adapting to changing circumstances. And it is this slowness that may bring misfortune to the nobles around her.

However, just as Odile was about to warn her, the princess had already dismantled the hanger with her bare hands, took a long pole as a spear, and stabbed it with her backhand.

"Boom!"

There was a sudden, deafening noise, and rows of clothes hangers rolled up embers. The handsome man immediately appeared in the fluttering silk, and a rapier collided with the long pole.

The huge impact made Hestia's arm sore, but before she could fight back, another handsome woman stabbed her from behind with a sword.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

The sudden change happened in just a breath, and Odile finally reacted. She stroked Fengliu with her bare hands, and the clothes on the entire wall were unraveled, turning into a web that was woven towards the woman.

"Secret cultivator!?" The woman hadn't expected that a woman in a fashion store was also a secret cultivator. She shouted tenderly, and the embers under her sword were like flowing fire, burning the woven web to ashes. "We only want to punish the evil that brings chaos to the world! Get out of here, everyone who has nothing to do with it!"

She raised her sword to burn the net, then deflected the sword and slashed at the princess.

The sword seemed ordinary, but when Hestia dodged sideways, it was as if a huge force was swung into the ground, and a bottomless crack appeared on the stone floor, which was shocking.

The fire spread, the scene became a mess, and all the guests rushed out in panic.

"That's it?" Hestia sneered, swinging her club at the woman. "The attempted murderer should be deveined and boned as a warning to others."

[Punishment of Trial], the secret technique of the Inquisitor, uses the criminal law of the Divine Emperor to sentence criminals.

The woman's hands and feet seemed to break in an instant, but an invisible force protected her and quickly healed the wounds. She endured the severe pain and pursued with her sword:

"You are the one who is guilty! Die, usurper!"

At the same time, the man was engulfed in flames. His blood was boiling, his body was burning, but he was still alive under the blazing flames. He delivered a fatal blow to the princess: "Die!!"

"Iyana." Hestia called softly.

In an instant, the flames went out in front of the princess, and the deadly dagger passed by her.

"Huh?" The two of them didn't know what was going on for a moment.

Iyana gradually emerged from behind the princess, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as she said, "Your Highness, they seem to be..."

"The Path of Order." Hestia nodded. "Although this isn't the power of the Iron Cross, the strengthening and stabilization of power are the same. It's a blessing from the source."

"Who are you?" The man looked at Iyana in surprise and questioned sternly.

"We should be the ones asking you, assassin, do you know that you have committed an unforgivable sin?" Iyana's tone was cold and seemingly emotionless, but it already showed her anger.

Someone really dared to assassinate His Highness! And unlike the puppy maid incident, it wasn't His Highness who was at fault first!

As the saying goes, a prodigal son returns. Iyana has witnessed the princess's transformation over the past few months. The once domineering girl now possesses the aura of a wise ruler. Not to mention her orders to the Governor-General to purge the corrupt officials who plague the people, the Divine Emperor Temple alone has supported countless desperate individuals. If it weren't for the princess, Yunding City would have endured countless disasters!

Your Highness is such a good child and such a great master. It would be fine if these guys didn’t worship him, but how dare they assassinate such a leader who loves his people like his own children?

A man and a woman looked at each other and nodded.

Immediately, they each took out a ball grenade. The power reached its extreme under the enhancement of authority. The two threw it without hesitation and then flew out of the fashion store - the assassination had failed, so they should make a quick decision.

However, the two grenades did not explode when they landed in Iyana's hands.

The elves stopped the conduction of energy.