The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"Your Highness is looking for me..."

As soon as Iyana opened her mouth, she immediately smelled a strange fragrance and the smell of blood in the air, and a strange spirit appeared in her spiritual perception.

Before she lowered her head, her spiritual sense had already caught a glimpse of the dark elf's full appearance.

"Your Highness," the elf looked at the naked, almost motionless Aphra, "What, what is this?"

"assassin."

"Assassin!?" Iyana was shocked and angry.

To the Tianlong, the dark elves with purple skins meant they were the defeated bastards in the Divine Prison, but to the vast majority of ethnic groups, even if the dark elves retreated to the north of the northern border during the Empire's conquest, they were still terrifying existences that made people shudder.

Even though Iyana is a half-elf, she doesn't feel any brotherly affection towards the dark elves.

"But it's been resolved." Hestia said lightly.

Only then did Iyana realize that the seriously injured dark elf in front of her was no different from a mortal, and did not look like a secret cultivator capable of carrying out assassination missions.

But if he was not a secret cultivator, why would he bypass his perception and appear in the inner courtyard of the villa?

"Your Highness, please forgive me!"

Iyana knelt down at the princess' waist, holding up the princess's sweet-scented hand and looking up at the silver dragon with fear in her eyes.

She was afraid, not of the princess herself, but of those assassins who would take away her beloved and the last meaning of her stay in this world.

"It's not your fault, Aunt Iyana," Hestia emphasized. "You serve me, but don't be docile like a slave."

The princess had no complaints about Iyana. The only disagreement was that the former iron-blooded princess was too unkind and ran counter to the kind values ​​of the elves.

If Hestia's feelings for Viola stem from fear and her desire to control her comes before love, then she is undoubtedly closer to Iyana.

Lover, friendship, Hestia is not a princess after all. From the moment she got Iyana, she didn't want her to kneel like a servant anymore.

Of course, when it comes to the magnificent experience of making love, that is another matter.

"I didn't do that, Your Highness..." The lack of any accountability made Iyana feel even more guilty.

"Still in His Highness's presence?"

"Hess... well..."

The lips opened slightly, sweet words were exchanged, and the sticky emotions gathered and dispersed.

"Heti..." Iyana called out, as if slightly tipsy. "Is this assassin...going to kill her?"

In Iyana's opinion, since the princess did not hide her behavior from her, it was obvious that she did not intend to treat the dark elves as living people.

Only the dead can keep secrets.

Since they were facing a dead person, the elves naturally did not have too many embarrassing thoughts about outsiders watching.

If every imperial dragon deserves to be hanged, then for the nobles of the dark elves, even being cut into pieces is a light sentence.

"Of course not. I called you here because I hope you can help me keep her in custody." Hestia bit Iyana's lip and whispered, "Find a safe, enclosed space. Don't use any sharp weapons or hard objects. Just make sure she's alive."

"Oh……"

Iyana responded, thinking about how the dark elf had quietly circumvented the goblin's surveillance, and how the princess had subdued it.

Taking another look at the dark elf's perfect figure, Iyana rolled it up with invisible wind, and then bound it with velvet that disintegrated and rewoven itself.

Iyana had to admit that this dark elf possessed a charm that she could not match. His angry lavender eyebrows contained an unquenchable arrogance.

"That prince... wants to use her?"

Iyana wanted to keep silent, but when she tied up the five dark elves and held them in her arms, she couldn't help but ask.

“Mmmmmm!!!”

Aphra struggled frantically. She wanted to ask this green-haired bitch where she placed the dignity of the elves, and she wished she could cut this shameless couple into pieces.

Hestia chuckled. "What if it is?"

Iyana said melancholy, "Your Highness, Miss Lilan is actually a very good person..." After a pause, she changed the subject, "I can see that she still has an undetectable connection with Meng Su. If her power is restored, she will also be a threat to Your Highness..."

"Don't worry, she's an executive of the Black Hand Guild. I want you to take her down so I can interrogate her for some information. And this dress of hers." Hestia tossed the gauze skirt over. "This is the secret weapon she's wearing. Find out its origin and purpose."

"I obey your command." Yana raised her eyebrows and smiled. Although she didn't care how many lovers the princess had, she still had reservations if the prince made friends with bad women.

Miss Lilan is so good, smart and studious, with first-class grades, a top student at the Academy of Arcane Law, and she can't be compared to that purple-skinned, black-hearted little girl.

"Also, remember the agreement we made during the day." Hestia suddenly said before Iyana disappeared.

"Promise?"

"Come to my room tonight." Hestia licked her dry red lips, the bright color was charming and seductive.

Iyana lowered her head, her figure gradually disappearing from the study, leaving only a fleeting whisper...

"Ah."

Volume 85: Bird in a Cage: . It’s Hard to Earn Money from a Beautiful Heart

In the early morning light, the two exquisite pieces of silver, silk and white jade were inseparable all night long. The sweet taste of Jinxi River was lingering in my drunken dream until I was awakened by the knock on the door in the early morning.

"Dong dong dong."

"Your Highness..." Viola's hesitant voice came from outside the door, "It's already past nine o'clock, and I still have arcane classes today."

Hestia exchanged a glance with Iyana, who lay beside her. Both were mystics steeped in power, their spirits unfazed. Seeing the elven maid-mother wrap herself in a thin blanket and about to disappear, the princess grabbed her and asked, "Why are you leaving?"

"Your Highness, Miss Lilan is very good... I'm not very well here..." Iyana said softly, "Be nice to her, okay?"

"You." Hestia smiled helplessly.

The little maid also looked very happy at night, but the princess had no idea that the simple girl could accept her lover living with another woman.

After weighing the pros and cons, the imperial female doctor tacitly agreed to Ilya Lengna's suggestion. She and Ovio had just been having an affair for two nights. If the little maid caught her "cheating", she might turn to the direction of the Apostle of Radiance that very day.

She then asked, "By the way, how's my new puppy?"

"I locked her up in a restricted area in the back mountains. No one except me can enter or leave."

"Well, don't let her die."

Hestia nodded without saying anything else. After the elf disappeared into the bedroom like a bubble, she raised her voice and said, "Come in."

Viola pushed the door open, and what she saw was the charming silhouette of the naked princess lying on her side.

The sunlight shines through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the exquisite curves and casting a shadow on the silvery face. The delicate figure rests her head on a pair of flawless slender hands under the cover of a silk scarf, with a soft body and delicate bones, like a lazily lying beautiful human snake.

Viola had already seen the charming look of the princess when she first woke up, which was completely different from her usual handsome appearance. But every time she saw her like this, she would still feel a surge of throbbing as if her soul was being captured.

especially……

"Does it look good?" The princess looked at her with a half-smile.

"Okay..." Viola wanted to turn her head away, but her eyes were attracted by the perfect body.

It was too dark at night to see clearly, and only at this moment could she fully appreciate what an amazing treasure she possessed.

She belongs to His Highness, but His Highness also belongs to her, doesn't he?

The girl, whose first love was budding, secretly made up her mind that after returning from class today, she must practice a few more volumes of arcane spells, improve her academic qualifications, and become a good minister worthy of the princess...a virtuous concubine.

Uh, this doesn't seem to be in line with Imperial law.

Viola's imagination ran wild.

However, the Emperor of God did not seem to have issued any ban on this. As the saying goes, anything is allowed unless God forbids it, and the glory will bless her.

"Do you like it?" the princess asked again.

"Uh, ah?" Viola came back to her senses and immediately lowered her head. "I like... I like His Highness."

"come over."

The maid walked over and the princess held her hand, her delicate body feeling as smooth as cream.

It's like exploring down a winding river valley and finally stopping at the Qiyi Wetland.

Viola could feel the lingering warmth of desire in the princess's eyes, which made her both happy and distressed.

She was very happy that His Highness had expressed his feelings, but she also looked at the sky outside with worry.

"Your Highness, it's daytime now, and we have classes later... Ms. Iyana seems to be busy with important matters, so I prepared a simple breakfast. If Your Highness doesn't mind, eh—"

Viola moaned, and then she felt her delicate hands being pinched and her pearls being bitten by the oyster.

"Are you always so insincere?" Hestia propped up her chin and looked up at her maid. She looked like a lower-ranking maid, but her expression was superior.

“Your Highness, now is really not the time. If, if Your Highness really…” Viola bit her lip and said helplessly, “I will serve you as soon as possible, okay?”

"Hehe, I was just kidding." He stopped abruptly.

"Your Highness!" Viola glared shyly.

Hestia laughed, then stood up and threw her dressing gown over her. "You can take the carriage to the academy. I'm going to the harbor today."

"what?"

"What's that? Help me get that silver and black uniform," Hestia urged, snapping Viola's drum. "When you leave the manor later, tell Clara to get the carriage ready."

"Oh." Viola pecked her head, rubbing the sore spot without saying anything more. Instead, she asked curiously, "Your Highness, you have been so busy lately and rarely come to the academy. How come you are ranked first in the comprehensive evaluation after the New Year?"

"how?"

"I, I just want to exchange some learning experiences. I don't mean to surpass Your Highness." Viola hurriedly stated her position when she recalled her first encounter with the princess.

"Because this princess is gifted and intelligent, is that enough?" Hestia raised Viola's chin and asked in a questioning tone.

"Yeah, I think so too..." Viola agreed wholeheartedly.

Ever since she encountered the ghost in the library, the little maid has been full of admiration for the princess. How could she still have any doubts?

His Highness bullying her must be a test for her, and His Highness tolerating her must be a love for her. In any case, His Highness's original intention was good.

Viola believed it without a doubt. She dressed the princess and braided her hair, completely immersed in Tianlong's favor. She didn't notice that there was the scent of a third woman here, nor did she think that the princess's desire was just the afterglow of that woman.