The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

When the taut string in my mind snapped, the greedy silver dragon had already approached:

"You like Viola, so you must like the taste she likes, right, my Miss Canary?"

Volume 105: Caged Bird: . Sorry, You're Late

Silver flashes, golden petals wither, the fierce and high-pitched overture fades from its peak to a gentle, whispering melody of mixed strings. The soft touch of fingers, the pure and clear sound of the strings, the heart scrambles to escape, flowers block the jade spring, and the lingering hot mist depicts the dance of dragons and the trembling of phoenixes. The distant cold and warmth converge in the Hegu.

Rose petals floated on the rippling water, lotus calyxes and candle wax were wet and messy, the brass lamp was clenched and unclenched in the hand, and finally fell powerlessly to the ground, drowned out by the mournful string music.

Domis turned her face away and looked ahead indifferently, her pupils unfocused and her cheeks flushed.

From her initially submissive and tender pleas, to her blooming hysteria, and finally to her shimmering and flattering response, when she wanted to kill her old enemy again, the potion of desire had already clouded her true thoughts.

The pleasurable throbbing made her feel sick, but no matter how she tried to convince herself, the body's feedback could not be deceived.

The canary could only suppress the surging waves, as if facing a rainstorm that lasted for a million years, and curled up its wings to prevent the evil dragon from plundering more of its comfort.

However, the evil dragon that made her despair and hate him leaned over her ear and said the most vicious words in the most gentle voice: "Do you feel it? Viola also serves me in this way. Even if you become her meal substitute, this princess will not mind."

Almost at the moment when she thought of Viola, the desire that broke out could no longer be suppressed. Domis wanted to scream, curse, and scratch the dragon's face with her nails, but she was like a string that allowed the musician to pluck it, and all the sounds were under her fingers.

Like a canary crying sadly, the blood paints a bright spring picture.

"You... eh... deserve... to... die..."

She said that the dragon then became more aggressive and no more formal language was spoken.

Domis hated herself for being like this, but when she stared blankly ahead, she seemed to be facing the phantom of her best friend.

The canary lay motionless, as if dead, with only the rosy glow on her cheeks and her delicate body drifting with the current as a glimmer of hope.

The more throbbing she felt, the more desperate she became, making Domis want to close her soul and hide in the depths of her unconscious consciousness.

But no matter where she hid, the dragon's words followed her like a shadow: "Your voice should be very suitable for singing. You may not like me very much, but don't I like me when I wear a black wig?"

Domis was filled with shame and anger. She knew that every word the evil dragon said was meant to humiliate her.

"Hey, move, my canary."

Shake deeply and sway shallowly.

"You can play dead, but the temperature on your face doesn't seem to be able to."

The ears and temples rub together.

"I'm kind of thinking of raising you. How about following me? I'll build you a manor with gold and come to see you every week wearing a black wig."

Shameless.

"Domis, don't ignore me, don't you like Viola anymore——"

The same soft and sticky tone immediately made Canary breathe faster.

"Shut up!" she cursed. "Don't..."

Before he could finish cursing, the excited Allegro of the Moonlight Sonata suddenly rang out on the piano keys, the melody like a violent storm whistled in the water curtain, the dew-soaked birds embraced the pain in the lightning and thunder, but the unspeakable feeling was just like a flash of light that flashed across the sky, and all the sorrow and anger were wiped out in the dust.

The clouds are rolling, the sea is clear and the sky is blue.

Hestia dressed elegantly and adjusted her appearance in front of a full-length mirror. She picked up the pocket watch beside her lace gloves and glanced at it. She said to Domis, who was curled up in the bathtub, trembling and dazed, "You are more sensitive than I expected, Miss Canary. See you later."

The princess planned to escape.

The effect of the decree gradually dissipated, and Canary's strength was recovering at an accelerated rate. Hestia was not afraid of facing an ordinary blade cultivator, but she just didn't want to force him to defect.

Domitia was trembling, seemingly in fear, but Hestia could sense a tremendous hatred brewing.

That was murderous intent, a murderous intent that was willing to sacrifice one's own life.

If Domis had not retained her sense of responsibility and rationality, she would have risked everything to die with the princess.

That's quite nice, Hestia thought.

Perhaps because of the special perfume, the canary actually subconsciously catered to her every move. The princess borrowed the little yellow bird's bare fingers and delicate knees, and felt that it was a delicacy.

Unfortunately, the canary only came alive when it heard the name "Viola", which diminished the brief joy.

"uh-huh."

Hestia walked to the door and glanced at the bathtub again. Behind the screen, Canary's shadow remained motionless.

She thought about it and suddenly showed a malicious smile.

With a creaky sound, the door opened. The princess said in a surprised voice, "Viola, why are you here?!"

Ding-dong, bang-dong, water splashed everywhere.

A swift silhouette passed through half the hall, and wooden chairs and porcelain vases fell over. It was as if a manic cat had sneaked into the room. In just a moment, a curtain was torn.

But soon, the air became quiet.

Domis wrapped herself tightly around the curtains and crawled on the carpet, as if she was about to crawl under the bed. But she realized something and stopped immediately.

"Oh, Domitia, why are you wrapped in the curtains without any clothes on?" Hestia said in a pinched voice, "Do you want someone to help you up?"

"Your Highness," Domis took a deep breath, "You are the worst woman I have ever seen."

"Where is Her Royal Highness? I'm Viola."

"..."

"Alright, let's think about it again," Hestia waved her hand. "Not everyone is worthy of being kept as a concubine by this princess."

Watching the silver dragon leave coldly, Domis remained silent, her eyes gradually becoming moist.

Suddenly, the silver figure turned back.

"Ah..." Domis suppressed her tears and murderous intent, trying her best to maintain the fragility and tenderness of a merchant girl. "Your Highness, is there anything else?"

"I thought you were going to hit and smash things, but it seems like that's not the case. You're managing your emotions very well."

The princess' words made Domis more murderous.

But she couldn't do anything, she couldn't do anything.

Just the power displayed by the princess made her realize the gap between them.

Besides, she has more responsibilities to shoulder——

Kill her, kill her, kill her.

but not now……

Domis could only get some comfort when she thought of the ending of Tianlong beheading the head, but the Silver Dragon teased her again and again, making it impossible for her to vent her hatred.

In the end, tears of grievance and hatred flowed down his cheeks.

"You're so devoted," Hestia said, scraping away Canary's tears with her index finger and sucking on them. "Hmm... Well, see you next time."

The princess finally left.

She came to the stairwell, her mind still immersed in the playfulness just now, thinking of Canary's aggrieved, sad and angry look, which could not be retaliated.

Dragon Gate Flying Swords belongs to it.

"Hahaha." Hestia laughed to herself.

"Your Highness." Clara stepped forward and bowed.

The Knight Commander could guess what the princess had done. As the "Head of the Guards," responsible for most of the princess's external affairs, she could detect clues to her affairs with the elves and maids through the many signs without having to witness them herself.

However, the High Knights do not exist to uphold justice; what they defend is the Divine Emperor and his rule.

"Thank you for your hard work, Clara," Hestia said.

Clara asked considerately, "Your Highness, does that young lady need any care?"

In the Knight Commander's opinion, the princess was controlling yet generous.

The desire for control was evident in every aspect of Yunling and Fran's arrangements. The princess seemingly left matters to the Governor-General's Office and the military district to decide for themselves, but in reality, every move she made was a plunder of the administrative, military, and financial systems.

Generosity refers to the fact that the princess, while in power, is not only generous with her rewards but also grants her subordinates considerable autonomy. From the military district to the Governor's Office, no one is unconnected with the Bank of Lorraine. Therefore, those with vested interests all share a simple understanding: if Lorraine collapses, they will no longer receive such generous francs.

Even Clara herself, after the final battle with Noel Tinson, was healed by the rare artifact from the Lorraine Treasury. Not only did her injuries fully recover, she also used the artifact to reach a new dream realm, bringing her one step closer to the threshold of completion.

Therefore, Clara knew that even though the princess had committed atrocities, she was not the type to abandon her lover. Therefore, it was only natural that she would send a sentinel falcon to guard the canary she possessed.

Anyway, the Yunling Military Region has set up a security company, so there is no such thing as misusing public property for personal gain.

"We need to send some guards," Hestia said with a smile, "We can't let such a delicate rebel get away."

"Rebel?"

"Free Will has spies all over Fran. It's not surprising. She's just a girl, haven't you seen enough small-time people fall at the sight of a threat?" Hestia shrugged. "If she's willing to follow me, I can promise her wealth and glory. After all, we already have the Baron of the White Sea and the Baron of the Black Sea, right? Adding a Baroness of the Golden Sea wouldn't be a big deal. Haha, Baroness of the Golden Sea..."

"Then should we take her to the villa?"

"No, she doesn't know she's been exposed," Hestia said with a malicious laugh. "Send some clever sentinel falcons to monitor her. No need to tell them what to watch for. Who knows, maybe one day I'll have them send a couple of roses to my canary? Hahaha, she'll definitely be even more cautious... But it doesn't matter. Recording her daily activities will always yield some discoveries."

Hestia thought Domis was a nobody like Pierre, so she tried to recruit her.

Merchants are profit-oriented and sit on the fence. Can a merchant's daughter really go against her free will?

But next time they meet, she will have to prepare some aphrodisiac for Canary. Who can blame the little bird for that?

Returning to the ballroom, Viola, who had changed into a formal dress, greeted the princess and showed off her golden jade dress, looking like a canary. "Your Highness, does it look good?"

The princess was in a trance for a moment, and almost brought her thoughts back to the bath.

She whispered in his ear, "It's most beautiful when you're naked and humiliating this princess."

Viola's pretty face turned red, knowing that she would never be able to get over the threshold of "humiliation" in her life.

The string music played, and gradually people turned their attention to the princess. The elders and directors of the West Coast Chamber of Commerce came to meet her and offered compliments.

"So, would you like to dance with me?" The princess reached out to Viola.

"Oh, but I'm not very good at..."

"I can teach you."

After that, he led Viola into the dance floor.

At the edge of the ballroom, Marilyn was taking a sip of strawberry cake between her middle finger and thumb. Next to her was Odile, the owner of the Swallowtail Butterfly Fashion Store and one of the seven Yunling sisters who knew the realm of Liandi.

"Sister, the princess's dance steps seem familiar." Odile said softly.

"The dance of the pupae, the buds intertwining, the knotting of the garments, is a ritual dance of transformation, but without the power to manifest itself. It captures the form but not the spirit." Marilyn frowned slightly. "If she weren't a princess, I'd think one of her sisters had stolen the High Knight's lover."