The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

No matter whether those poor people who work for free will eventually die in the factory, with an efficient shelter mechanism, the hidden dangers brought by refugees can be greatly reduced.

Naturally, taxpayers from the urban middle class will welcome this - it will greatly save money from the bailout bill and allow it to be used for urban construction and public services.

Of course, those who can no longer make a living can go to the northern suburbs to build the Tianlong Temple. After the poor people have cursed the Governor's Office for its evil deeds, and then tasted the free bread, shelter and less labor provided by the princess under the spectacle, wouldn't they shout "Long live the grace of God"?

"How can you say that!" Domis was so angry that she almost cried. She didn't expect the evil dragon to be so shameless as to not even put on an act.

"Domis."

At this moment, Hestia heard a heavy voice coming from behind her, and an invisible sense of oppression came over her body. She turned her head and saw Iyana standing beside her, as quiet as a virgin.

He was a large man, only half a head shorter than the princess, with red hair and beard, and a massive build, clearly of dwarven descent.

The red-bearded man stared at the princess's golden dragon eyes. Although he quickly restrained his expression, Iyana still caught an extremely strong murderous intent in the blink of an eye.

The elf looked at each other.

"This is my steward, Angus Liehammer. He helps me manage the shop." Domis hurriedly stopped the two men, standing on tiptoe to block the red-bearded man's view, and shook her head gently, "Angus, this is..."

"Domis is my ex-girlfriend, Mr. Redbeard." Hestia gave a sinister smile, "I'm here to get back together with her."

Hearing this, Iyana was also stunned.

"Is that so, Domis..."

The veins on the red-bearded man's fists bulged, as if he was about to smash the princess into a pulp in the next moment.

But he remained calm, hiding his emotions under a dormant volcano.

"No..." Domis thought quickly.

She knew that the person in front of her was the princess, and Angus naturally knew that silver hair.

But she was not sure whether she should "explain" her identity as a princess.

If he didn't "confess", Angus could continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb, but if he "confessed", it would be unimaginable what the civilians would do when facing Tianlong.

For a cultivator of the realm of swordsmanship to kneel down before the Celestial Dragons would be more painful than killing Angus, and Angus would more likely explode and fight to the death with the princess.

But the elf beside the princess is obviously not just a vase.

Domis knew that this green-haired elf was the princess' closest secretary and the chief steward of Yunting Villa. How weak could he be?

If they really start fighting, it would be okay to kill the princess, but if they don't, they will face a brutal massacre.

Domis didn't know why the princess said that. Maybe she was disgusted with herself, or maybe she really needed to hide her identity. The blonde girl had no idea that the bullying that night had left a deep fear in her heart, making her always hesitant when facing all the decisions made by the princess.

Tolerance...

Or will both sides perish together?

"Angus, she...I..." Domis forced a smile that was uglier than crying, "I'm her ex-girlfriend."

Volume 117: Caged Bird: . Band Girl

"I'm her ex-girlfriend."

Domis couldn't understand why she had fallen into such a situation.

Angus's eyes changed when he heard this, a hint of gloom lingering in them. He nodded expressionlessly and said, "It's a matter for you young people, I won't bother you."

He turned and left.

Hestia smiled grimly and told Iyana to wait in the common room while she and Canary went into the boudoir.

Compared with the twenty or so bird nests on the third floor, the blonde girl was much more tolerant of herself. The fifty-square-meter room was neatly laid out. In addition to a narrow living room, it also had a bedroom, a study, a separate bathroom and a patterned enamel bathtub.

Hestia surveyed the interior and noticed a distinct ambiance. There were hanging baskets and vases filled with floral cuttings, a fish tank filled with blue and green tropical fish, a tapestry depicting a warm sunset hung on the wall, and a sketchbook, a collection of humanities and geography, and a lyre sat in the corner of the desk.

The possibility of disguise could not be ruled out—Hestia did not see any sharp objects that could hurt people, let alone weapons used by blade cultivators.

"Your Highness, I try to respect you, but your actions repeatedly shatter my perception of you."

After closing the door, Domis's face darkened as she faced the princess. She knew a wall couldn't block the spiritual perception of many mystics, so she lowered her voice.

"What did you do?"

"You obviously know that!"

"You don't expect me to be responsible for you, do you, ex-girlfriend?" Hestia wiped a dusty geography book and flipped open the book. "Guess who my current girlfriend is?"

The princess's last words were like cold water dropped into boiling oil, and the atmosphere instantly boiled over. Domis clenched the corner of the table with her five fingers, her silver teeth grinding with a clanging sound, and her eyes were like the edge of a sword.

Especially when the princess came closer and reached out to braid Canary's hair, the latter's eyes almost spit fire.

And when her slender, jade-like fingers touched the buttons on Domi's silk lapel, her anger was mixed with fear of humiliation.

"Don't you think it's unfair to Viola?"

"It's okay, she doesn't know."

"You are the most shameless person I have ever met."

"There are so many shameless people out there. You really should go out with me and broaden your horizons."

The thin coat was taken off, and the skirt slid down the shoulders to the ground. Canary's slender legs were straight, and her figure, which was more delicate and petite than Viola's, was exposed to the air.

Domis raised her head and stared coldly at the princess without resisting.

She knew she could not defeat a High Knight who could wield the Law. No matter what she did, she could not stop the Celestial Dragons' atrocities.

Rather than giving the evil dragon more pleasure in bullying others, it is better to do nothing.

The lace-trimmed bra strap was hooked on by a little finger.

After seeing Domis's "non-violent non-cooperation" stance, Hestia did not take the next step.

The princess walked to the tea table, shook a pot of cold water, and pointed with her fingertips, saying, "Heat gathers here."

Then, steam began to billow out of the kettle.

Domis looked at the scene gloomily and lost all thought of resisting.

It is indeed a law...

"Want some tea?"

"I……"

"You're welcome."

Just when Domis was about to refuse, the princess had already brought her the hot tea, opened a bottle of pink and white potion in front of her, and dripped a few drops into it.

"What did you add?"

"The Cocoon Kiss," Hestia said with a smile. "It allows you to delve into your closed self and feel primal desire and joy."

"Aphrodisiac!" Domis's face looked grim.

"Are you going to refuse the princess's kindness? I rarely stir tea or water for others."

"It doesn't work on me," Domis said as she swallowed the tea while her cheek was pinched. She gritted her teeth and said, "I don't like you. No matter what you do, I will only feel disgusted, Your Highness."

"Who is the princess? There is no princess here. You can do whatever you want to me." Hestia sat on the table, flipping through the pencil drawings in the sketchbook with light hands, without any urgency.

"I want you to die."

"Can you bear to do that? Domice, I'm your dear friend..." Hestia took out a wig from somewhere and put it on, smiling, "Viola."

Domis's fists were shaking, and she closed her eyes, blocking out the disgusting world. She wanted to flee the city, but Tianlong's eyes were watching her. If she showed any behavior that was not in line with that of an ordinary businessman, it would bring disaster.

"How do you want to end this?" Domis breathed, "Or are you really willing to build a manor for me with gold?"

"Hmm...how are your lyre playing skills?" Hestia didn't give a direct answer. Even if Canary wanted to feed the dragon with her own body to recover some of the sunk costs, she would not give the other party this opportunity.

"Not very good." Domis said stubbornly.

"Perform a song for me." Hestia sat down on the cushioned chair and patted her legs. "Come here."

Canary walked over without resistance, but when she landed on Silver Dragon's lap, the body temperature behind her was still hard to adapt to.

"Perform 'God Bless You,' and I'll accompany you."

God Bless the Emperor is one of the most famous hymns in the empire. It is a basic piece of music that imperial musicians must master before making their debut, otherwise it would be disloyal.

Of course Domis knew how to do it, but hearing the Tower's hymn played from the Blade Cultivator's fingertips was truly disgusting.

Had it been her previous self, perhaps her mind and path would have been shattered by the princess's bullying. The oppression of not even being able to throw herself into a flame for the sake of a so-called great cause made her choose death over death.

However, she was enlightened by a stranger in Mengsu Gaotian, who made her understand that true determination is not limited to the present moment.

If the Night Erosion Secret Technique cannot kill the evil dragon, then use other methods.

It is never too late to seek revenge in secret.

After testing the piano, Canary suddenly thought of something and asked, "What instrument are you using to accompany the music?"

She clearly remembered that the evil dragon did not carry any musical instruments, and she had never heard that the imperial princess, who was keen on military and swordsmanship, liked music.

Suddenly, Canary felt a burning sensation in her ears, as if a scorching dragon's breath was pouring down on her:

"Of course it's you, Miss Canary."

Picking up shells in the desolate sea, with soft fingers circling the abyss.

"babble--"

As soon as Domis plucked a note, her hand stopped immediately and she bit her lip tightly.

"Keep playing, or I'll kill everyone in this inn," the princess whispered, "and then tie you up in the dungeon of Yunting Villa, where no one can get you."

"Are you crazy!?"

"I said, go ahead."

The string music played in waves, and *Domis* clenched her teeth. She was still able to do this for a long time, and the drug didn't seem to have any effect on her. It just made her body feel as hot as fire, and it felt like bugs were crawling under her.

Just think of it as a bug bite.

The Celestial Dragon said he wanted to kill someone, and Domis believed that he could do it.

The faint whispers and clamors are like the whispers of wind and the chirping of insects in the quiet night, breaking the loneliness and blending seamlessly with the dark sky.

"Are you really not tempted, Miss Canary?" Hestia whispered in her ear, plucking the beads and strings, her eyes full of charm. "Viola is much more cooperative than you are. Whether it's plucking, twisting, stroking, or picking, she will rub against you and serve you obediently like a docile cat. Why don't you think about how she feels? Have you ever had a cat touch your tail?"