The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"Well... no, Your Highness... I've watched you grow up, and I've always treated you as, um... as my own... I can't... um!"

The lip fragrance is exchanged, and the sweet saliva is gone.

"Shut up," Hestia said. "This is the master's order! Do you remember how you pledged your loyalty to me?"

"The master's...orders."

Iyana was sad and excited. The despair of the past was fading away in her heart, but she was unwilling to admit the new life that was born out of that despair.

Perhaps, her despair was just a final mourning.

In memory of the Princess of Lorraine who died young.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness..." Iyana murmured, seeming to comply with the princess's arbitrary decision.

"You're so kind! You promised to take care of me forever." Hestia twirled his hands softly, whispering, "You can refuse, but then I'll have to take strong measures."

reject?

Servants have no right to refuse the orders of the Celestial Dragons.

Moreover, if he were to be as resolute as he was in stopping the princess from executing the maid, wouldn't it be easy for the dignified Wanzhao secret cultivator to escape?

Hestia knows this little white flower's pretentious and half-hearted attitude too well!

"At least, at least in the room..."

When the princess heard her pleading like this, she smiled knowingly and whispered in her ear:

"Of course it's in the room. As for which room, I'm afraid I don't know."

Volume 40: Dreamers: . Gallery

The goose yellow wall lamps are filled with warm currents, the glass windows with condensed ice crystals blur the views inside and outside, and a huge carpet runs through the corridor - the embroidery of the Danube Valley is endless green, the misty cloud ladder entwined with emerald grass symbolizes the long steps to ascend to God, and the solar prominence thrown from the earth to the sky rushes straight in, knocking on the heaven with the ethereal and pure soil.

The aisle was making a clanging sound as two beautiful figures clung to each other, sometimes shaking the frosted windows, and sometimes bumping against the wall, knocking the masterpieces all over the floor.

"Your Highness... at least return to your room first..."

The elf continued to moan incoherently. She had lost count of how many carpets she had to clean the next day, nor had she time to calculate the property damage caused by the princess's rough shoving. Her hamstrings had almost lost their strength, and they twitched instinctively in the afterglow of bliss.

Whenever she wanted to bite her lips to maintain the little peace left in the castle, the princess would open her white teeth and let the birdsong and trickling water sing in harmony.

The song of a kingfisher echoed in the princess's mouth, and the clear sound of running water honed her fingers. Every twist and turn made the river in the fertile valley longer, and every compromise made the fierce rainy season even more muddy.

Iyana felt like a wanderer caught in a rainstorm. The huge waves from the sky washed away all her privacy, leaving it exposed in the wilderness without any shelter.

"Why worry? Clara and Little Bug are out. No one will hear you even if you speak louder."

Hestia didn't want to hear the elf maid's plea for mercy. She just wanted the elf to pant like a female leopard trying to catch its prey and greedily ask for favors.

“Then please don’t… Eh…” “Bang!”

Iyana bit the ribbon hanging from her bonnet, and her forced breathing shattered along with the lotus-colored glaze of the exquisite bone china on the shelf.

The light from the wall lamp was scattered, and the two people looked like a bas-relief crafted by a master at dusk, their graceful postures frozen and quiet like a virgin, like a scroll painting. Only the floating waves of light and shadow declared the reality of the world.

Hestia once again swallowed Iyana's voice from top to bottom and let the elf maid-mother soften in her arms.

"Your Highness, do I still belong to you?" Iyana asked in a low voice.

"Nonsense, haven't you always been mine?"

"That's not what I meant, it's just...ah!"

Iyana screamed like a little girl. The princess grabbed her hips and lifted her up, her feet dangling in the air.

"Now go back to your room," Hestia said.

"But, but I still have to clean up..."

"What are you picking up?" Hestia frowned, waving her sticky fingers that had been circling her armpit in front of Iyana's eyes. "You don't think my fingers can make you excited, do you? So you think you're irresponsible?"

"But, Your Highness, during the time we were upstairs, I have already done this ten or seventeen times..."

"Oh, I remember it so clearly. No wonder you always keep the castle so tidy. But now... it's time to clean up the master!"

Hestia kicked open her bedroom door, shut it with her heel, and with a loud bang, she threw the forest deer, which had been stripped to its bare pine nuts, into the bed curtains.

"Woo..."

Iyana pursed her lips shyly, without any embarrassment in her eyes.

She accepted the reality, but she still couldn't accept herself for accepting this reality.

What kind of person is she?

"Knock, knock, knock." At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Hestia's eyes darkened, she opened the door a crack, and shouted angrily, "Didn't I tell you to get away from me?"

However, the person outside the door was not the little bug she disliked, but the emperor's new favorite, Viola Ryland, who was timid and not much tougher than an elf.

"Your Highness..."

Viola was almost frightened to the ground. She mustered up the courage to talk to the princess about Miss Miller's insult. In order to avoid the princess thinking that she was a villain who liked to complain, she reviewed more than a dozen arguments based on classics in her mind.

No matter what, no one likes to be insulted. If you can't even protect yourself, how can you protect your family?

However, if the person who humiliated her was the princess...

Well, that's an exception. Only by obeying the Celestial Dragons can you truly ensure the well-being of your family.

"Viola, shouldn't you be in the library?" Hestia's attitude softened slightly, but her tone remained stern. "What's going on? I'm very busy right now..."

"No, nothing, Your Highness. I just saw some broken bottles in the corridor, and then..."

Viola was at a loss, trying to find some evasive words.

She sincerely believed that His Highness regarded her as a friend. Perhaps, His Highness's willfulness made it difficult for him to distinguish between friends and pet friends, but in any case, after the incident in the library, Viola was extremely sure of the princess's kindness to her.

But His Highness is willful after all, and when he is in a bad mood, he still makes people feel scary.

"And what?" Hestia asked unhappily.

"Well, well... well, I saw the carpet outside was soaked. I wonder if there's a leak in the ceiling or a broken window. Also, I saw paintings and porcelain vases smashed to the ground. Maybe a mouse slipped in..."

Viola was sniffling, having a slight cold, but she could still smell the strange smell.

It was a rich fragrance, not a purely plant-based scent, but more like the animal fat emitted by certain incense sticks.

But Viola remembered that Lady Iyana only liked flowers and plants. Although she would cook meat for the princess, she herself abstained from meat, and the perfumes and incense she used almost never contained animal ingredients.

"You're asking me such a trivial question?" Hestia snapped. "Which of us is the servant?"

"I, I am..."

Viola lowered her head and dared not refute. She had already discovered the trick to dealing with the princess, which was to stroke her in the right direction. That way, at most she would be scolded, but she wouldn't do anything excessive, such as a master beating a servant.

He glanced curiously at the crack in the door.

The maid noticed that the princess's rabbit fur and long skirt had slipped from her shoulders to her waist, revealing her white jade and red sand.

Only a few women had access to the inner courtyard of the villa, so the princess dressed very casually when not going out. She would wear something warm and cover her body, and then she could go out.

Therefore, there is only a thin chiffon petticoat under the fur coat and thin outer skirt, which is almost equivalent to nothing.

She swallowed and remained silent.

Ever since that day, Viola couldn't help dreaming about the Queen. From then on, she thought it was because she was using Tibetan meditation in an unstable state of mind. Later, she turned to the meditation method of the Church of Radiance, and the dreams became more frequent.

But she didn't change it again.

Viola heard the princess tell a secret story - in the ancient past, the Void Light mastered the source of light. He did not leave any symbols, only the paleness and emptiness that were intertwined and opposed, sometimes separated and sometimes combined.

Therefore, after the release of the Void Light, the world fell into a long period of confusion.

Day is night, and night is day.

The weak Glow Church at that time lit a lamp, illuminating a path for believers that had no end in sight but meant hope.

Therefore, its origin is transformed into the source of light, which, in the teachings of the Radiant Light, symbolizes enlightenment, guidance, and salvation. Because darkness is born from light, and what light cannot reach is also reached, the Radiant Light governs both day and night. It illuminates the violet moon, using tranquility to highlight compassion. All changes in light and darkness are merely the rise and fall of the Radiant Light in its dreams.

Viola thought that her dream of His Highness might be some kind of revelation from the aura, so she began to fall into dreams again and again, gazing at the graceful and charming body that sometimes appeared far away and sometimes near.

She kept getting closer to that vague and alluring dream, but gained nothing again and again. She only woke up every day feeling hot, anxious, and sweaty.

Thinking of the dream, Viola couldn't help but compare the real princess with the beautiful figure in the dream.

"What are you peeking at again? Do you want to come in? If you do, I'll let you experience humiliation. Or would you like it to be the other way around?"

The princess is saying strange things again, how dare the little maid answer her?

"Yes, it was Viola who disturbed Your Highness. I will report this to Lady Iyana..."

Viola knew that if she continued reading, she would be tossing and turning in that dreamlike world. She didn't even mention the complaint. The princess was in a bad mood, and if she continued to talk about such things, she might be regarded as a gossipmonger!

Watching the maid flee in panic, Hestia closed the door, locked it, and returned to her cheerful smile: "Now this world belongs only to us..."

She hunched over the bed like a hunting ocelot, her eyes fixed on the doe before her, and whispered in her ear, "Aunt Iyana."

Her hair is lush green and as white as jade.

Iyana's face turned even redder, angry that she always felt that she couldn't handle Lord Leng, but it seemed that the Lord just liked to make fun of her mother's death, so she could do nothing about it.

After all, the princess passed away when Your Highness was very young, and given Your Highness's personality, it is normal that there is no affection between mother and daughter.

Not to mention her own mother, even to the master of the Iron Throne, the supreme emperor of the empire, Charles II, the princess could not spit out any ivory.

This attitude is rather like those of the lawless blade cultivators, but His Highness is very strict with others, so it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a natural tower cultivator.

But order and change are two opposite sides of the same coin. How can the princess walk on the tightrope so easily?

What exactly is the order in your Highness's mind?

Iyana had no idea that Hestia cared nothing for order. If it weren't for her last name, Heberus, she wouldn't have cared about the empire's survival. If selling the empire for a good price could instantly elevate her to a mythical witch, the princess wouldn't mind being Yehenara for a bit.

"Just let Your Highness tease me."