The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Red Cloak had learned the ratmen's magic in those whirlpools more than once, but as a secret practitioner of the path of wisdom, she could clearly sense that the deep sea where they were sinking was on the verge of chaos.

It is a path of self-denial.

And on her journey, she has listened to the call from chaos more than once.

Red Cloak didn't know how many ratmen were like her, or whether it was only the secret ratmen who were like this. In any case, a turbulent era had already appeared before her.

This made the aging Red Cape feel both regretful and fortunate.

“Trust in the wisdom of future generations.”

Immediately, the red cloak shook his head and stopped thinking.

On the other side, Domis, who had just left the Little Mouse Boutique, was about to take the path to avoid the eyes and ears of the sentinel falcon, but at this moment, an unexpected figure blocked her way.

Her long silver hair was as cold as ice and snow, just like the most despicable street thugs intercepting a good lady.

But the smile was as bright as fire.

"Hey, it's a bit dangerous to walk on the small road alone. Would you like me to accompany you?" The princess held a bouquet of golden roses and looked at her with a deep smile. "My dear Canary?"

Volume 116: Bird in a Cage: . Can you tolerate this?

Domis once again meets the person she least wants to meet in her life.

It is almost May and the weather on the west coast has become very pleasant. People take off their heavy sweaters and cotton coats and put on lighter clothes.

The silver-haired princess wore a wrinkled white cotton-linen shirt with wide, loose lantern sleeves that tightened at the wrists. Ten slender fingers jutted out from her leather gauntlets, more decorative than practical. A string tied her collar, and a silk scarf dangling from her neck and shoulders fluttered in the warm breeze, its creases highlighting her incredibly lithe physique. Her wide-leg khaki pants, clinging to her knees with a leather belt, held in place. A saber, adorned with a skull-cross belt, rested on the edge of her high-top boots.

Domis had lived in the New World for nearly ten years. If she hadn't known the other party's identity as a princess, she would have thought she was a female pirate engaged in the business of selling stolen goods in the Isua Tropical Islands.

"Princess...Your Highness."

Domis took a deep breath, trying to dispel the lingering seductiveness that was a mixture of pleasure and pain in her mind.

In the long journey of life, the accident that night was just a trivial stumbling block, and all the humiliation will eventually be crushed into powder with the gravel.

Before that, the only option is to be tolerant.

Even though her beloved was taken away and her emotions were corrupted by the evil dragon, Domis still resisted the urge to perish together with her. She knew that the more critical the moment, the more she needed to maintain her composure.

Soon after returning to Cloudtop from Mahogany Manor, Domis noticed traces of the watchers. At first, she thought the base had been exposed, but later she discovered that the Imperial Sentinels had other purposes.

They came for me.

It's neither an investigation nor an interrogation, just observing my own daily trajectory.

Domis immediately guessed that this incident must be related to the evil dragon. Now that the lingering evil dragon has reappeared, her thoughts have been further confirmed.

The blonde girl had expected this, but she was still nervous when it actually happened.

The princess raised her lips and said, "What a coincidence, I meet you here."

Domis's facial expression was a little distorted, and it was difficult to maintain respect in her tone: "What are you doing here?"

"As you can see, my wife has been forced to leave her job and become a flower girl here." Hestia approached the blonde girl step by step. However, with every step she took, she took a step back. She could only say, "Would you like to buy one, Miss Canary?"

"My name isn't Canary!" Domis suppressed her anger. "I don't want to buy any flowers, Your Highness. If there's nothing else, I'll leave."

Domis turned around and was about to leave, but the silver dragon suddenly appeared and grabbed her wrist, stopping her in front of him.

"If you don't want to buy one, I can give you one." Hestia stuffed the whole bouquet of roses into Canary's arms and looked at her. "You and flowers look really good together, Miss Canary."

"I..." Domis clenched the bouquet and wanted to throw it away, but when she saw the princess's burning gaze, she could hardly imagine the consequences of throwing away the bouquet.

"You're welcome," Hestia said. "Do you live nearby? I've seen you a few times, but I still don't know where you live. Now that you're here, I'd like to invite you to sit with me as a token of my gratitude."

Domis stared at the silver dragon, thinking, "You sent a sentinel falcon to follow me, how could you possibly not know where I live?" For a moment, the blonde girl felt even more disgusted with the princess's hypocrisy.

She tried not to breathe in the fragrance of the roses. "The place where I live is shabby and unfit for a place of wealth like Your Highness to stay."

"Don't worry about that. If you are willing to serve this princess, I will build you a manor with gold." Hestia teased.

"Your Highness, please respect yourself. You are the princess of the empire and represent the honor of the Heberus royal family..."

"True power requires no honor. Power itself is honor. It needs no maintenance; it attracts people." Hestia held the canary in her hand, her offer undeniable. "Come on, let me see where you live."

"Your Highness!" Domis screamed and tried to struggle, but when it came to strength, how could she compare to the tall knight who was a descendant of the dragon bloodline and had the body of a witch?

He was immediately dragged and staggered several steps.

After coming out of the dark alley, several plain-clothes whistlers and an elf with green hair and pointed ears were waiting outside, which made Domis even more desperate.

The only thing to be thankful for is that her identity has always been clean, and all orders from Free Will were issued indirectly. Except for a very small number of senior members, there were no clues related to the rebellion left near her residence.

Moreover, she was primarily responsible for decision-making in the Cloudtop City area, and many more freedom fighters from all over the New World and Fran were on their way. She knew nothing about the identities and backgrounds of many of them, so she didn't have to worry about leaks.

Unable to defy the unreasonable Dragon Man Ming, Wodomis could only scowl and lead her to her apartment building in Fengpa Port—a three-story building with a red tile roof and limestone walls. The weathered facade had peeled paint from the sea breeze, and the metal joints of the window and door frames were mottled with rust.

"You rent here?" Hestia asked.

"This is my home." Domis said coldly.

"This building?" Hestia really didn't pay attention to Domis's specific situation.

"The first floor is my family's daily necessities store, the left side of the second floor is where I live, the right side is the public toilet and bathroom, and the third floor, attic and basement are rented out."

"So it seems that my life as a canary is quite comfortable. I am also a pampered lady." Hestia was not surprised.

This place is located in the lower city area, and a small building is not considered a significant asset. Any sergeant from the Iron Army can buy a considerable amount of property in the city.

However, compared to many citizens who live from hand to mouth and the poor who sleep in coffins in shelters, Canary can be considered a prominent figure in the city.

According to the information provided by Falcon, the Domis family also exports potions and scrolls to the New World. Otherwise, they would only open a few daily necessities stores, which would not be enough to buy a building, let alone qualify to enter the Castle Manor of the West Coast Chamber of Commerce.

Hestia guessed that these industries were related to free will, were shady, and did not leave any tax accounts. They were considered gray income on the Yunling Coast.

Considering the corruption of Fran's finances, how much tax to collect and how to collect it are all handled by the tax farming consortium commissioned by the empire. Therefore, whether merchants like Domis are breaking the law depends on how much gold shield they pay to the tax farmers.

"I'm not worthy of being a lady, Your Highness. I'm just a commoner."

"From now on, when you live in my palace, you will no longer be a commoner."

"I didn't agree to this..." Domis bit her lip, fearing that the princess would force it again.

She is a disciple of Free Blade, an advisor to the Feiniao clan in charge of the affairs of Yunding City. If she is really trapped in the cage of Yunting Villa, not only will she become the concubine of the Tianlong people in vain, but she will also be unable to coordinate the next action.

It’s not that she is indispensable to the plan to murder the Celestial Dragons, but without the assistance of this local boss, all the previous contacts and plans would be in vain.

Hestia naturally put her arm around Canary's waist and looked up at the building.

Her consciousness briefly entered the Witch's Book and saw more than thirty symbols containing the root of the blade, spreading throughout the entire city block.

The intensity of some spiritual symbols even exceeded that of half of the secret practitioners in Yunting Villa combined. She had only experienced this clear sense of oppression in the presence of Clara, Noelle, and Fuman Ant.

He is a blade cultivator with extremely profound insights and a particularly violent personality, and he is also in the realm of understanding, proficient in the ways of struggle and resistance.

Although Hestia could not directly identify the realm represented by the spiritual symbol, her intuition allowed her to make a rough judgment.

It really did poke the rebels' lair.

Hestia's smile faltered, and she hugged Canary tighter, wary of a possible attack. If the Blade Cultivator lurking in the shadows dared to attack, she would use Canary as a shield.

However, with Iyana accompanying her, she was not too worried about safety.

If the rebels took action now, the princess wouldn't mind killing them all and reclaiming her capital. But if they didn't, that would be a matter of discussion. It would also be a good opportunity to see how the rebels would exploit her "connection" with Canary.

From the current perspective, the "big man" related to the Tinson family is the big chess piece to restrain Freeman Ant.

On paper, Freeman Ant's status in the military is still at the level of understanding, but anyone who sees his appearance ten years ago and now will not think that he is still at the same level as before.

Therefore, the so-called "big man" must be a secret cultivator of the Wanzhao realm. Otherwise, even if he gets the support of all the military nobles, he will not be able to overthrow the "anti-aging" general.

But this was only the situation of the Tingsen family, not their own free will. After all, they belonged to the Empire, and apart from the enemy, the Princess, their fundamental interests were not the same as those of the rebels.

"According to information from the Aphra and Shaye families, it's confirmed that the assassination attempt at the venue was carried out by the Black Hand Guild, manipulated by Free Will. Yet, the rebels were able to orchestrate this sorcery with the indirect cooperation of the Tingsen family. They're truly shameless, these bastards."

Hestia complained inwardly.

If one wants to truly kill the princess who is protected by countless iron soldiers and high knights, one must have free will and be a secret cultivator of the Perfect Illumination Realm.

Now, even if the princess slaughtered everyone on the street, it would not hurt the rebels' foundation, but would make them hide deeper.

Therefore, before determining the enemy's true killer move, Hestia can only wait until the big fish surfaces.

Entering the apartment, the dusk shines on the gray exterior walls and shines through the windows, casting a golden glow on the carpet in the corridor.

Workers in short clothes, maids with gray aprons, clerks wearing gold-rimmed glasses, students and travelers, all with different faces, crowded in the narrow stairwell and returned from outside one after another.

When they saw the blonde girl, they all greeted her warmly: "Good evening, Miss Domis."

Domis responded one by one and went to the common room on the second floor. She took out a bunch of keys from her waist and walked to the south door to unlock it, but the princess continued to walk upstairs.

"What are you doing?" Canary's question was very "rude".

"have a look."

Hestia went upstairs and found that there were more than twenty rooms on both sides of the narrow corridor. She casually twisted off a door handle and found that there had been changes inside. The room of six or seven square meters could only accommodate a desk and a bed board, and there was not even a window for ventilation.

Seeing the princess destroying property, Canary glared at her but dared not say anything.

"How much is the rent for this room?"

"Sixty to eighty shillings a week, about a hundred francs now." Domis frowned.

"A dockworker's weekly wage is about 160 shillings. How dare you ask for 50% of that for a shabby box like this?" The princess shook her head when she saw it. "How greedy!"

As expected, what free will? All businessmen are black-hearted.

Canary hadn't expected to be morally humiliated by the Celestial Dragons. She suppressed her anger, raised her voice slightly, and sneered, "Box? You've never seen what a real box looks like! What kind of workhouse are you creating? Hundreds, even a thousand people are crammed into a smoky hall. They don't need money, they just work for the goblin factory owners for free." Seeing the princess remain silent, Domis pressed the issue, "And what about the poor shelter in Cloudtop City? Two shillings gets you a day's sleep in a box that's 180 centimeters long and 60 centimeters wide, and one shilling gets you nothing but a rope to hang yourself on. And you're talking about greed!"

Domis was being honest. If someone else were to rent such a comfortable place with a public toilet and bathroom, the starting price would be at least 100 shillings a week.

Moreover, if you remove the desk and nail the clothes hangers to the wall, one rental house can even accommodate a family of three.

Apart from anything else, the small house where the Leland family once lived, without its toilet and bathroom, would cost over a hundred shillings a week to rent.

Canary finally seized the opportunity to openly enumerate the princess's sins and was about to intensify her criticism when she saw Silver Dragon sighing with relief.

"A single workhouse can support thousands of people? That's amazing! Otherwise, I'd say this princess is wise. Without the Empire establishing workhouses, who knows how many of those lowly people who flock here would die every day."

Rather than sympathizing with the suffering of the poor, the princess first praised the efficiency of the Governor-General's Office.