The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

She couldn't tell whether Viola's affection for her was deep enough to allow her to be so intimate. She also couldn't tell whether Viola's confession was mixed with the effects of the lust potion.

"Not enough," the blonde murmured.

"What's not enough?"

"No..." Domis clenched her palms tightly and refused to let go.

If she wanted Viola to reveal her true feelings further, she had to use a higher dose of the desire potion.

Testing emotions so cautiously, Domis felt like a cat walking on a tightrope with an immeasurable cliff below.

"Girls, have you agreed? It's time for dinner... cough cough cough cough..." Mrs. Lilan's voice came from the corridor.

"Tell me the time and place, and I'll go." Viola wiped her eyes and smiled brightly again. "I'm sorry, Domise, I'm just too scared... I'm afraid of losing you." She took a deep breath, stood up and walked out. "It's fine now. Come on, don't keep Mom waiting."

In the past, Domis would definitely take advantage of the situation to tease her friends, but now, she just pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Domis, how long are you going to wait?" Viola shouted from the doorway. The setting sun shone on the girl's profile outside the window, and the shadow of the corridor enveloped her.

"coming."

……

Secret cultivation is not something that can be arranged simply by being a retainer. After the first day of tribute, Hestia still has to continue holding meetings to engrave the rules of the princess into the minds of these outlaws.

Just as Lady Aynive said, the charter she established this time was recorded in secret history as the Dream was spread, and was called the "Lorraine Convention."

This is not as binding as the Divine Emperor's decree, but it will reach a consensus among the secret practitioners of the Zhao'an Sect so as not to touch the bottom line of the Empire... the Princess.

In addition, these secret cultivators also need to be assigned tasks based on their respective areas of expertise. Hestia needs these people to go deep into various areas of the city - just like the Cocoon Sisterhood did - to become her spies outside the imperial power.

Unfortunately, Hestia has not yet thought of any useful helpers to manage these people.

Iyana?

Her life was already busy enough. Not only did she have to deal with a large amount of internal affairs and supervision of the messy banks and companies newly established by the princess, but she also had to help the princess contact the Lorraine family and connect various tasks.

In addition, she also had to be on guard against the princess turning over her card at night - the high knight had inexhaustible physical strength. Even if the elf had completed his spiritual practice, after a whole night of tossing and turning, even if he didn't feel mentally exhausted, his body would become like a rose after a storm, bruised and red, and soft and rotten.

It can be said that Iyana's level of dedication is second only to Knight Commander Clara, who is on call 26 hours a day.

Therefore, who should coordinate these secret factions became a difficult problem for Hestia.

After the afternoon meeting, the princess summoned the Forest Ranger and the leader of the Rotten Bone Cult to the garden. After a round of probing and simply drawing two cakes, she finally found a swing to sit on, rocking gently as she sorted through her numerous thoughts.

"Heti." Iyana stood by, swinging the swing. "Do you want a few eunuchs from the gods?"

Eunuchs existed in a variety of backgrounds throughout the history of the Old World.

From the Rafaan Empire three thousand years ago to the present Supreme Empire, the Eternal Kingdom of Heaven and even the palace of the Khan of Ross, there is no shortage of eunuchs.

The eunuchs mentioned by Iyana are both castrated men and secret servants, but they are not mortals who undergo mystical rebirth, but have their own paths.

However, they cannot be considered secret practitioners. Instead, they are similar to the protectors of Benzoin. Their path is achieved through secret techniques and is controlled by the master under the influence of secret techniques. Their level of loyalty is even higher than that of the high knights.

There was an even greater power behind the hundreds of secret cultivators at Yunting Villa, and it should not be underestimated. Iyana saw the princess's intentions. Since Her Highness had forbidden the military from interfering and could not trust the Glorious Faction in the Southern Council, she could only cultivate absolutely loyal confidants.

The eunuchs of the empire worship the eternal path, but their path is broken, symbolizing the broken little finger of the holy remains, and they can only follow the direction of authority.

Therefore, employing eunuchs is the best option for the princess at the moment.

"I'll think about it." Hestia rubbed her brow in thought. "For now, let the messengers from each sect contact me directly. We can discuss other matters later."

As the workload increased, Hestia gradually felt that her energy was limited. If she really had to work like Clara, would her role as a Celestial Dragon be in vain?

However, there are very few servants like Iyana who are worthy of her unconditional trust.

"It's lonely up there."

The princess sighed.

If she had a choice, she would rather be the sister of the Cocoon Sisterhood and a wandering legend.

"Hetty, I can share these things, you don't have to work too hard." Iyana said with concern.

"Hmm... I don't know what Purple Puppy is thinking. She should be about to decide to compromise."

"Afra Manro? Hetty, I understand that you like her, but if you really want to use someone to assassinate you..."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Hestia closed her eyes and thought.

The purple puppy had been bewitched by her and truly believed that he had made an evil deal with an unknown myth.

In the illusion woven by the Dream Builder, Aphra will continue to reinforce this impression. For the sake of revenge, she will endure and compromise until she regains her strength.

Aphra's activities and dreams are always under the control of the princess. No matter how much she hates Tianlong, she can hardly escape the subtle manipulation.

It's time to visit the purple puppy again.

In addition to her smooth, silky body, Hestia was also very concerned about the information that Aphra had about the dark elves, the Black Hand Guild, and the assassins.

Being able to lure Roland and his sister into the game doesn't seem like a situation that a lone wolf can manipulate. There are probably other forces cooperating behind the scenes. I just don't know how much it has to do with the assassination at the tribute.

Yawning, Hestia asked, "Is there anyone else who wants to see you?"

"That's all for today," Iyana said. "But Heidi, there are some changes to the West Coast Chamber of Commerce dinner in three days. Miss Vaning wrote earlier saying that a legendary pirate will be visiting on the evening of the dinner, and she wants to talk to you."

"A legendary pirate? She? I know who she is." Hestia nodded. "In that case, invite Marilyn Leron to the banquet, and bring along a few business sisters. Old women should have the most common topics... Choose a dress for Viola, and she'll come with me."

"Yes."

"I'm tired, Iyana. That's all for today," the princess said after finishing her arrangements. She stopped swinging and nodded. "You will help me bathe in the evening."

"..."

A moment of shyness.

"Okay, Hetty."

Volume 98: Caged Bird: . For Freedom

In the dark cave, the glowing jade embedded in the stone wall emits fireflies. The breeze after the rain brings gusts of moist air in all directions, making it impossible to tell where the exit is.

Aphra adjusted her posture and knelt in the corner to ward off the unpleasant evening chill.

"Thirty-four days, no, thirty-five days?"

The dark elf muttered to himself, stretched out his shackled hands, picked up a cool fruit from the wooden basin beside his knees, and nibbled it.

This cave can feel the flow of air from the outside world, as if the exit is just around the corner, making her feel as if she is in the forest. But in fact, this is a spatial dislocation caused by a special barrier. When she tries to escape, she will fall into an endless maze.

Since her last escape, the green-haired bitch upgraded the cave structure to prevent any accidents from happening again.

But even without this barrier, the shackles on her neck, ankles and wrists were still an insurmountable obstacle for her.

Aphra had less than fifty centimeters of room to move, requiring only small adjustments. The oppressive environment was little better than a coffin. Her only consolation was that she could sniff out moisture from the wind, discerning the scents of pollen, mushrooms, and bird droppings. Imagining the rising and setting of the sun, the singing birds, and the lush green grass in nature helped her relax, a habit perfectly suited to the secret profession of a dream builder.

Now, the frustrated Aphra no longer seeks relief from suicide, but instead eats and recuperates to restore the energy that was consumed in the past.

This doesn't mean that she has accepted her fate, but rather a deeper hatred that drives her to suppress her self-esteem and seek that glimmer of hope.

From the moment her power was "suppressed", Aphra lost the ability to dream. However, after signing the contract with the evil god that day, she found herself back in the dreamland again, standing on the surface of the subconscious sea and gazing at the unreachable and vast dreamland in the sky.

The dream was empty and crimson, with only a staircase made of blood faintly visible. But Aphra was not disappointed. Instead, she saw a way to regain her power.

She fell into the dream again and again, recalling the painful nightmares from childhood to adulthood. Every time her nightmare became deeper, her hatred deepened, and the steps leading to her dream became clearer.

This shows that the evil god's contract is effective. The most urgent thing is to dig out the jade token she buried by the lake to further restore her strength.

For this, Aphra had to swallow all the bitter fruits and curry favor with the filthy dragon.

The sound of the wind changed, and a light but distant scent of perfume wafted through the air, like a pine or cypress standing among the fragrant grass, tall and elegant.

The perfume used by the green-haired bitch is sweeter and softer, which is completely different from the temperament symbolized by this smell, so there is only one answer.

"Are you coming?"

Aphra closed her eyes and dozed off. When she thought of that silver-frost-like figure, her throat felt like it was burning.

"Ta, ta, ta."

The footsteps are approaching.

Aphra has a pair of pointed ears that belong to a hunter, and can feel the extra warmth approaching in the air with extraordinary clarity.

Her thoughts were in a mess, with many countermeasures circling in her mind - even if she had to compromise, she had to maintain the dignity of the dark elves as much as possible.

But the Dark Elf Kingdom was destroyed by the hands of a false god, and millions of Dark Elves were slaughtered like cattle and sheep. The Imperial Dragon was her eternal enemy. How could she be so shameless as to pretend that these national and family feuds had never happened?

However, just as Aphra was lost in thought, the visitor grabbed her face and taunted her with a playful tone, "Our Snow White has also eaten the poisoned apple. Does she need a kiss from the dragon to wake her up?"

Aphra then remembered that a second before she dozed off, she was still holding a piece of fruit in her hand, and there was still some unswallowed fruit residue in her mouth.

The disgusting hand pulled her lower lip back and forth like a deformed tendon. The captive was even worse than a lamb to be slaughtered.

She plucked, twisted, and picked the strings, as if a musician was plucking a lute, but the strings seemed to be mute and no notes came out.

The pale golden eyes suddenly opened, staring at the enemy with a gaze like a dormant volcano, neither angry nor cold.

"Awake?" The beautiful silver-haired woman withdrew her hand and sat cross-legged across from Aphra, propping up her chin with a half-smile. "Don't you like fasting? Now fast for me."

"..." The humiliated Aphra trembled with anger. She suppressed the urge to eat the princess' flesh and sleep on her skin, and squeezed out a cold voice through her teeth, "What happens to me is my own business."

"Very good, you have ambition." Hestia took away the wooden basin filled with fruits and vegetables and said, "You can continue your hunger strike now, Ms. Manluo. I am very happy to see you one last time. It's a pity that you untied the knot on your ear."

The princess glanced at Aphra's ears with regret.

That day she pierced the elf's cartilage with her hair and braided a small earring with her own silver hair.

This is a symbol for the dark elves to have a mate, but unfortunately the purple puppy doesn't seem to like it very much.

Seeing the princess about to leave, Aphra curled up in a daze. Just as the silver-haired figure was about to disappear, she angrily cursed, "Bitch, you came here just to humiliate me?!"

Just when she thought the evil dragon was still coveting her body and was thinking about how to use this opportunity to surrender and compromise and seek a glimmer of freedom, the damn guy suddenly went against his common sense and was about to leave with her food bowl.

"Humiliation?" Hestia said with amusement. "Of course not. Just think of it as hospice care."

"End-of-life...care?"

"Yes, I've already contacted the ogre general in the border region. You know, most of those dark elves are dead now, and they can't be raised like piglets, so it's hard for the ogres to eat such tender elven meat..." Hestia sighed and shook her head. "But you're my little dog, after all. Before I dismember you and hand you over to the ogres, I'll let you sleep well so you don't suffer so much."

"Wait, what ogre, what dismemberment, what right do you have to kill me, what do you want from me, tell me, bitch nest, tell me——"

Aphra was panic-stricken and finally found a glimmer of hope, but now, that only ray of light was about to be blocked again.

She wanted to die but couldn't, and now she wants to live but still can't.