The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"As you command, Your Highness." Will took the order and retreated.

"And you." The princess stared at Liliana, like a dragon choosing its prey.

"Your Highness, then I will also take my leave?"

"Find the bastard who instigated this riot, raid his property, and exterminate his clan. Have I made myself clear enough?"

"It's clear, it's clear! Your Highness! It's a hundred percent clear!" Liliana trembled and was about to cry.

Honestly, this riot had nothing to do with her, yet she was taking the blame for everyone else. It was such a shameless wish! Who knows, the princess might just get angry and kill her!

She is the deputy director of the Finance Department of the Governor-General's Office, a newspaper tycoon from Qihai, and a senior banker in Yunling. She has no idea about running a factory or anything like that!

"get out."

Hestia waved her hand, her eyes filled with helplessness.

After all, the world is ruled by the literati.

Volume 2: Bird in a Cage: Two Days of Rest, Contains Spoilers

I feel dizzy, chest tightness, and dry retching every day, and I can't stand cold air. My daily routine has improved a little, at least I don't have to fall asleep so early in the morning, but the plot is a bit stuck.

The rhythm of these two chapters feels rather chaotic. I try to force myself to update the narrative order every day but still can't get it right. It might be better to take a couple of days to clear my mind.

The love story of Domis in the second volume actually ends when she is beaten up. Then she is induced by the fox and partes ways with Viola in terms of stance. She no longer has any contact with the princess. However, my mind was too confused during this period and I didn't have anything to write, so I added a few chapters of Domis' story, which is a bit messy.

Some readers' concerns about Tutu and his desire to tame the canary and the maid, completely under the princess's control, also made the story a bit confusing. A river of blood just for the sake of bloodshed isn't in the protagonist's best interest, and in the context of the plot, it's like a firecracker: everyone watches the bloodshed for the sake of the meme, then the firecracker goes off and they're like, "That's it?" and then they disperse.

The protagonist is a pure egoist whose core interests lie in the witch's main line. Apart from that, both the Empire and Fran are nothing more than resources that are occupied and waiting to be consumed and distributed. Based on the premise of maintaining their own interests, the suppression, bloodshed or other unpopular decisions initiated on this basis will show some valuable humor.

Secondly, a character's love story is like a career; once completed, it's final. But I don't think the princess can just imprison Domis, keep Viola devoted, and then ditch the storyline every few chapters to keep readers engaged. I also don't want readers to believe the princess is a good person, that Viola and Domis will recognize their mistakes, reform, and join the princess's glorious cause. Fran doesn't become better with the protagonist's arrival; the protagonist merely adds gunpowder to the fireworks. Why would anyone assume that this is the beginning of a new era for the common people? If we only consider the Blue House, the Yellow Lightbulb, and the Iron Army lords as human beings, then the standard of living in Cloudtop City is truly unique.

I can't guarantee that the plot I've written will be exactly what readers expect. I understand readers' concerns about the author's toxicity, but some minor differences in details are difficult to reconcile. For example, when I said Viola would follow a different path from the Princess, some readers interpreted it as a rift between them. Explaining further would inevitably lead to further spoilers. In the still-unclear trajectory, Viola will become disillusioned with and question the Princess, switching from hiding the lamp to hiding the lamp, and later, disillusioned with and questioning Huiguang. This was outlined in Chapter 96, before Viola ascended the steps. I wanted to depict Viola rebuilding her love for the Princess and her self-belief, transforming Huiguang into the Huiguang she believed in, and reshaping the Princess into what she believed was right. This also aligns with her initial desire for the Princess's approval and equality.

But even if I just say this, I'm sure some readers will say, "I want to see Viola imprison the princess and rip her apart." In fact, in an unplanned alternate ED, Viola and Domis will face a world-ending challenge, and the princess will frame it as a quest for ascension or a summit. Either all of humanity will be annihilated by Doomsday, or the princess will acknowledge her usurpation of the Dream Realm and let her deal with Doomsday, a compromise reached through appeasement. This is the final outcome of a multi-party game. And then everyone has to wonder what will happen to Domis in the end? Will she become Luli for the princess...?

This constantly annoys the author, and some criticisms and suggestions aren't particularly constructive to the book's intended content, so it's better to praise it. For example, someone might subscribe just to see the plot, then tell you it's boring and just watch the plot. If I were the emperor of the internet, I'd definitely kill all my clans first.

Many times, I would rather readers choose to abandon the book than have too many expectations, because I know that the quality of what I write in the end will definitely not be very good.

This volume still has 8 to 10 words, so I will briefly talk about the plot.

Domis used Viola to plant a spy, pretending to catch the spy, and revealed false information to the princess about lost weapons and a rebel uprising. Behind the scenes, she had used the influence of the Lilan family to transfer the Iron Army's munitions to strongholds that the Governor's Office and the Inquiry Office could not investigate. Behind this was the tacit approval of the Tingsen officers and court dignitaries. When the princess sent the Iron Army to suppress the rebellion, Domis would give the princess misleading information through Viola. At the same time, the Tingsen family would use their last influence to transfer the garrison near Yunting Villa, allowing the Free Will and the secret alliance to work together.

But before this point, the purple dog had once again begun to harbor rebellious urges, colluding with Roland Sister and the Camarilla, hoping to persuade them to kill the princess and free her. However, Roland Sister, concerned for her brother, ultimately stabbed the purple dog. Just as the purple dog was about to relent, he received a token from his siblings, completely sacrificing his life. Based on this example, the Camarilla rebels were completely outmatched by the purple dog before they could even begin to coordinate internal and external forces.

Therefore, when the Freeblades and the rebels surrounded the princess, she was nowhere to be found at the manor. Instead, she was met with traps and a continuous network of Iron Army troops. The Freeblades exploited the tide of rebellion to overtake the Chancellor, but under the pressure of the Tower's decree, they were no match for the combined might of over a thousand armored Iron Knights, dozens of High Knights of the Adept, High Knights of the Perfected Glory wielding the Scepter of Judgment, and countless mystics and arcane sorcerers. After bombing more than a dozen mountains, the rebels fled deep into the mountains.

At the same time, the princess completely wiped out the Yunling Iron Army. The court's prominent figures were severely defeated by Iyana and Marilyn, and a siege of tens of thousands of Iron Army soldiers began to crush the remaining rebels. Prior to this, Domis left a token for Viola. She had originally hoped to abduct Viola after killing the princess and give her a truly peaceful life. However, Viola, unaware of the details of the rebellion and concerned for Domis's safety, used the token to find Domis, only to be marked and used by the princess, leaving the Free Blade family in a desperate situation.

In the end, Canary's entire family was killed by the princess. Freedom Blade handed over the inheritance to Canary and sent her to escape to the port, where they boarded a reserved ship to the New World (so readers who hoped to see Canary's defeat in the CG will be disappointed again). Viola was used by the two people she trusted most, and began to reflect on her own journey. After witnessing the tragedy caused by rebellion and suppression, she hid her lamp and devoted herself to the glory, but she has not completely left the princess.

That’s basically it. I won’t reveal any more spoilers as the author needs to take a few days off to reorganize the plot. I still don’t want readers to have too high expectations, otherwise they will inevitably be too disappointed when they see the disappointing parts.

Volume 123: Bird in a Cage: . The Dragon's Trick (Two Days' Rest)

Yunling must remain in order for Hestia to maintain her base within the next ten years.

Land was a valuable collateral for printing Fran. Although she was currently only controlling the vast territories of the Yunling Mountains, suppressing the mountain rebellion would take no more than a year. When the imperial might swept away all rebellion and evil, the Yunling Iron Army would march south and cooperate with the Leon Military District to wipe out the rebels wreaking havoc on the plains.

By then, there will be thousands of emerging nobles and countless landowners of all sizes in Fran.

For all of this to be carried out, it must be based on the empire's inviolable authority and violence.

Therefore, Hestia would not let go of any rebels who set fire to her back garden, but the rats that piled firewood in the back garden had to be disinfected as well.

Fran seems to have declined for a hundred years, but the Divine Emperor did not eliminate the local powerful people. Regions such as Xia and Leon still maintain a considerable degree of prosperity. Even if the princess is given thirty years, she is not sure that she can empty all the wealth of Fran by herself. Therefore, it is harmless for some grain and oil to leak to rats during transportation.

But if these rats really dared to eat at Tianlong's table, she wouldn't mind picking a few of them and skinning them alive.

Of course, the princess has to rely on the iron army, bureaucrats, financial groups and other forces to consolidate her power, and she cannot oppose them for the sake of ignorant peasants, but these people are also closely attached to the princess's wings, and there are countless people who want to get a piece of the pie in the Rat Group.

In short, there are plenty of people who can play the role of a rat that you don't want to be. Without affecting the core interests of these supporters, Hestia can always find some candidates that satisfy her.

The princess yawned and traced lightly on the latest newspaper with her finger.

The layout is an illustration of the port city of Steele Bay. A tsunami flooded the houses near the shore. Although no casualties were caused, the city's drainage system completely collapsed and turned into a smelly septic tank.

"That was quite a noise," Hestia thought absentmindedly.

In addition to this news, there was also a secret letter from Whistle Falcon, which roughly said that the fleet was intercepted by the Steam Casting Company on its way back. The Knight Commander defeated a Wanzhao realm caster and separated from the fleet, returning alone from Crocodile Bay.

The Steam Mold Division is the official secret organization of the Kingdom of Tyran, managing the order under the shadow of the Land of Avalon.

This was beyond Hestia's expectations. She had not expected that the elves had been strictly monitoring the dragon tomb and had even sent a team to follow Clara deep into it.

But it seems that there is no big problem.

With the blessing of the Divine Emperor, the High Knight's combat effectiveness against other paths is already half a realm higher. Now that the Scepter of Judgment is in Clara's hands, it is no problem for him to deal with one or two secret cultivators in the Perfect Illumination Realm.

This is based on the deathmatch premise.

Under normal circumstances, no secret cultivator would fight the High Knight head-on in his area of ​​expertise. Therefore, no matter whether the Wanzhao Zhu cultivator was entangled or retreated, Clara had no way to deal with it.

"If I had known earlier, I would have sent Stein along...it would have been even better if it was Si Lu."

After thinking about it, Hestia shook her head slightly again.

It wasn't that she didn't trust the Chief Inquisitor, but it was because she trusted him too much that she had no doubt about the allure of the Scepter of Judgment to Lucas Stein.

If the Chief Inquisitor were to follow the Knight Commander to the Dragon's Tomb, and the Princess were in his place, she would certainly find a way to obtain the Scepter of Judgment and use its power to kill Clara under the tomb. Afterwards, she could simply blame it on the ruins trap or the Tyran elves, leaving her with no evidence.

If she thought so, then Lucas Stein would probably think so too.

The Scepter of Judgment is the ascension relic of the Judgement Knight. If one is willing to give up his own path and serve the Judgement Apostle with the scepter, although there is no hope of ascension, at least he will be able to hold on to his form and his spirit will live on forever.

In reality, even Clara, the princess, couldn't guarantee she could resist the temptation of wielding the Scepter of Judgment. The seemingly honest Knight Commander was actually adept at adapting. If she claimed to have gained nothing, buried and sealed the Scepter somewhere, and unearthed it after her promotion, she would be essentially invincible under the myth, and no player in the empire could ignore her presence.

Looking back now, Clara, who tried her best to complete the task, was simply "loyal" to the extreme.

After instructing Falcon to dispatch all of the Knight Commander's followers to the Crocodile Bay to provide defense and support, Hestia left the study humming a little tune.

Recently, Yunting Villa has gained over two hundred permanent secret cultivators and over a thousand servants, transforming its usual desolate appearance. However, the castle's main building remains deserted. Aside from the princess's personal servants and a handful of attendants, anyone else who wishes to enter must be summoned.

"Beat the opponents black and blue. Nobles, unite, unite! Do not say you were born guilty. You are the masters of the world... Hehehehehehehe, hehehehehehe..."

"Your Highness." Leng Yixing'er, who looked like a Japanese, was standing in front of the gate and interrupted the princess's thoughts. He bowed respectfully.

"Isn't Iyana back yet?" the princess asked with a sidelong glance.

"No, Your Highness," Aphra replied stiffly, but couldn't help but add curiously, "What does Your Highness want her to do?"

"What if I say she's going to prepare a surprise for you?" The princess stepped forward and grabbed Aphra's wrist.

"Your Highness, you're joking..." Aphra said coldly. She neither resisted nor accepted. She accepted everything and sneered in her heart.

"Actually, it doesn't matter what she does. What matters is what you do." The princess's eyes were gentle, revealing an innocent temperament. However, she used extra force in her hands, squeezing Aphra's wrist bones so hard that they hurt.

"Your Highness... do you want me to serve you now?" Aphra endured the pain, hoping to end this unnecessary harm quickly.

"Oh, no, because you're boring." The princess smiled and shrugged. "It's not that I don't like your service, but enjoying you is full of a sense of resignation and boredom. Alas, Funi..."

Aphra pursed her lips, disliking the pet-like title.

The princess continued, "No matter how I drug you, how I serve you, or how deeply I penetrate you, you curl up like a dead snake, your skin and flesh as hard as ice. It's so boring..." She rambled on, "Of course, your tears of humiliation and resistance are fascinating, but now that you're neither willing to resist me nor to submit to me with all your heart, I'm completely disappointed... Funi, aren't dark elves known for their promiscuity? Are you truly chaste, or do you simply dislike women?"

The princess pressed Aphra's bones. Perhaps it was innate to her Celestial Dragon bloodline. Although she pursued pleasure more, the painful twitching on the puppy's face could also satisfy her slight desire for violence.

"I don't know, Your Highness..." Aphra pursed her lips, her inner hatred growing stronger. However, when she thought about the villa being burned in the fire and the vicious silver dragon being cut into pieces and skinned, she couldn't help but smile.

In the end, her expression was frozen in a twisted and hideous expression, which she herself was not even aware of.

Aphra, who had regained some of her powers, was not immune to the effects of the aphrodisiac, but she was able to hide her consciousness deep in the dream state where her body could not perceive it. In other words, when the princess insisted on forcing her to show a certain reaction, she buried her head like an ostrich, leaving only a lifeless body.

This was very boring, and Hestia was depressed about it for a while.

The purple puppy was obviously unfaithful, and after she returned from Crocodile Bay, she made some unknown arrangements and even had an affair with Cynthia Roland.

Although the hatred has gradually eroded the purple puppy, Hestia can only appear slightly in Aphra's deep dreams and cannot know her actions in the material world.

Fortunately, Iyana was on her way to find the puppy's weakness. Maybe in a few days, the lively and grinning puppy would come back to her.

When she thought of this, the princess' mood instantly became cheerful again, with a charming smile that was different from cruelty on the corner of her lips.

She let go of Aphra: "Since you don't like it, then I won't force you. Tell me, am I understanding?"

Aphra didn't know what tricks the evil dragon was playing. She was stunned for a moment, and then she replied in a low and reluctant voice: "You are right, Your Highness."

"You're not sincere." Hestia sipped the maid's lips and turned away, saying, "It's still early. Call some capable fighters and follow me to the dueling arena for some fun."

The princess left in a hurry. Aphra pressed her lips and looked at the figure from behind, her eyes uncertain.

She didn't know when the evil dragon became so gentle?

There must be some fraud!

"But don't worry, if you don't kill me, I won't kill you either." Aphra stared at the shadow with a sinister look. "I will peel off your skin, and immerse your soul in the eroding sea of ​​dreams, where you will suffer in eternal pain, with no escape."

"What did you say?" The princess turned around suddenly.

"Nothing, Your Highness." Aphra was startled. After carefully confirming that nothing had been said, she hurriedly followed with a cold sweat on her face.

"Don't you want to stab me when I saw the beautiful back of my princess just now?"

"Funny...don't dare."

"Don't you dare, or don't want to?" Hestia smiled. "I want you to tell the truth, Fanny, or I'll feed you my whole fist tonight."

The way the princess clenched her fingers made Aphra's stomach clench. Fear and hatred mingled with her, she finally gritted her teeth and said, "I wish I could kill you. You know this can't be changed, but isn't this exactly what you want? To make those who hate you kneel before you and fawn over you?"

"Am I that evil?" the princess said helplessly, "I tried to make you happy, but you refused."

"I accept all punishment from the loser, Your Highness. This is what I deserve." Aphra was exceptionally frank. She knew her hatred could not be hidden from the cunning dragon, so telling the truth would only help soothe him.

"But you seem unconvinced."

"I don't have any, Your Highness."

"Really?" Hestia said calmly, "I'll give you a chance to be free." She pointed out the window, towards the menagerie. "The dueling arena. Win ten matches, and I'll give you your freedom. If you're willing to be enslaved, then forget what I said."

"Your Highness, if you want to tease me, there's no need for that," Aphra said calmly. "I'm no match for any of those High Knights in a head-on encounter."

"Of course, the use of your power must be limited. Otherwise, wouldn't your use of dream magic to deceive people be completely unappealing?" Hestia smiled. "And I guarantee that if your opponent is a mystic, they won't be above the apprentice level."

"You..." Aphra was tempted, but she didn't believe the dragon's sincerity. She said coldly, "This is your place, so whatever you say is what it means. If you want to regret it later, how can I resist? Your Highness wants to see me perform, so I will pick up the sword. There's no need for such a trick."

"I swear by the glory of the God-Emperor, this is our bet." Hestia coaxed, "But if you admit defeat, you must serve me wholeheartedly."