The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"Hetty, you look a little worried. Are you worried that the Cinder Dwarves will rebel again?"

"The dwarves of the Sea of ​​Ashes were suppressed only a few years ago. Unless the empire is overthrown, they will never rebel again. But the eruption of a hundred thousand volcanoes..."

Hestia thought of the official history, in which several disturbances in the Sea of ​​Ashes directly accelerated the demise of the empire.

The Cinder Sea Dwarves have ignited the underground fire many times through grand rituals. These rituals are like pacing the heart of a dying person, and the soul they summoned is the god of forge who was killed by the God-Emperor - Furnace Punishment.

This is not good news for the empire or the Kingdom of Tailan.

What’s more important is that every time Lu Xing summons souls, he absorbs the light and heat of the world.

A gust of cold wind blew into the study, and Hestia turned her head to look.

Above the sky, thin flakes of snow are falling.

"As expected, every time Lu Xing summons souls, it brings serious unrest to the empire. The cold disasters that break out every year are also related to his filial sons and grandchildren." Hestia pondered.

Iyana quickly understood the princess's concerns.

It is not known whether Lu Xing’s soul summoning was successful or not, but he summoned souls every year and captured the souls of the people in the old continent.

Every drastic change in the weather brings devastating consequences.

Looking out the window, the princess sighed as she watched the heavy snow falling.

“We have to print money again…”

Volume 2: Caged Bird: Taking a Day Off

Continue to adjust your work and rest schedule.

Lately, I've been going to bed early every day, only to wake up in the dark. My diet has been irregular, and every time I go to sleep, it feels like I'm going through hell. My mind isn't clear when I'm typing. To be more precise, I've been in this state on and off since June of last year.

Considering that the Chinese New Year is only two months away, I still have to get some sleep again, and I can also save some manuscripts during the day for next month.

The performance of this book is pretty good at the moment. It was put on the shelves with 90 orders. At that time, I was able to continue writing because the subscription ratio was still 6:1. Although the subscription ratio has now dropped to 16:1, it is still an average of . There is still room for improvement. The only thing is that the conversion rate is a bit touching.

I'll take a night's rest and see how things are going. Next month I should be able to maintain an update rate of 15 words per month. If I can reach an average of 2 words, I'll update it at 20 words.

At present, there are still 2/5 of the plot in the second volume, the third volume is the capital of gods and the dark elf kingdom, the fourth volume is probably the Lorraine tour and the suppression of justice, and the fifth volume or the sixth volume has not yet been determined. It will introduce some witch main lines, mythological history, Fran unrest, and rebel splits. It will probably be written until the death of the old emperor, which is 1/3 of the plot.

So I should be able to write for a longer time.

As for the heroine, Domise and Viola will have a long and arduous journey, with independent plotlines and room for growth. This was predetermined from the outset, so there will be a long-term struggle with the princess. The princess pushed Viola away early on, but the maid's characterization certainly doesn't end with submission. I think the journey of obeying the princess, trusting her, questioning her, becoming disillusioned with her, and then building a new but independent love and self will be more interesting. Therefore, obedience to the princess is only the beginning of the emotional arc, not the end. Later, she will probably experience setbacks such as the destruction of her family.

I try to update as frequently as possible. After all, sometimes it can be a bit tiring to stop for a while and then continue the story. I always forget what I wanted to write inadvertently, but flaws in the story are always unavoidable.

Book 120: The Caged Bird: . Viola's Daily Life (Part )

The sky was filled with murderous intent, the wind chilled and the frost thickened, a thin blanket of snow covering the congested town. The grand temple resembled a towering giant, flesh sprouting from its bare skeleton, a dense swarm of ants crawling across its body.

In the church shelter, the alms station moved indoors was filled with bread and jam, and hot pots were boiling oats and rye, the beans were soft and mushy, and the aroma of onions and garlic wafted into the nostrils of the people in line.

Nuns and monks were busy coming in and out, the wounded and sick took up most of the space, and the medical beds were overcrowded.

A thick layer of cloth was blown up, and cold wind leaked in through the gaps in the window nails. Viola took a deep breath, and a thin mist condensed in the air.

She carefully bandaged a patient's wound, prayed a verse from the Radiant Codex, and huddled together, rubbing her hands.

Although she became an apprentice of the [Obscure Light], the blessing bestowed by Meng Su did not make her immune to the cold. When the abnormal weather suddenly dropped in temperature, the black-haired girl's slender hands cracked again.

It was painful and itchy. I was obviously cold, but also burning hot. In the end, I didn't know whether I was cold or hot, I just lost consciousness.

"Miss Lilan, here." A young nun came over and draped a woolen cloak over the black-haired girl's shoulders. "The priest asked me to bring it to you."

"Thank you, Sister Dent." Viola thanked her and looked at the patients in the shelter with a heavy heart.

The unexpectedly heavy snow left many poor people no time to prepare for the cold, and overnight, countless people fell ill. Besides the sick with colds, many more were laborers building the Divine Emperor Temple.

The Divine Emperor Shrine was a massive undertaking, taking six months to build, and reportedly less than one percent of its completion. After the main shrine's framework was erected, the Governor-General's Office assembled a group of workers to chisel away at the mountainside, intending to create an "Emperor Mountain," upon which they would carve the heads of the Divine Emperor and the four emperors who followed him.

As a result, more than 20 workers have fallen off the cliff and died, and hundreds of others have suffered injuries of varying degrees.

Viola had dissuaded the dangerous project from proceeding, arguing that even if it was to proceed, the safety of the workers must at least be guaranteed. She did indeed stop the construction site for three days, but afterwards the workers blamed her for meddling in their affairs and causing them to go hungry.

Viola understood the complaints of those people, but she didn't know whether this was the best solution at the moment.

The princess had explained to her the importance of her job. Although building a temple might seem like a waste of money and labor, it was actually a great act of mercy that fed countless homeless people.

The reason why His Highness built a temple instead of a town to house the poor was that the "loyalty" attribute to the temple could suppress the opposition of the powerful.

But as she observed day by day, Viola found that His Highness's authority in Yunling was almost at its peak. So, could she allocate a small amount of the wonder funds to be used for more practical buildings?

The girl knew that she could not help much, so she could only come to the temple town every Sunday to do chores, in order to help those who were suffering and to make them feel grateful to the princess.

Regardless, the temple had good intentions, and His Highness had his own difficulties. Those nobles were submissive on the surface, but they were definitely trying to trip His Highness up behind the scenes. She couldn't cause trouble under such circumstances.

Wearing a cloak, Viola came to a patient whose calf had been amputated. He was gasping for breath due to severe fever and wound infection.

"The body is a commandment of infinite radiance. Truth is nurtured only in your heart. Suffering will dissolve with it, and good news will be born with it."

Viola changed the patient's dressing and bandaged him. An invisible light brushed across his wound, slowly calming him down.

After bathing in the Sea of ​​Origin, the Radiance will grant her the blessing of the path she has chosen. This is a power that accompanies her and can be used without any secret techniques.

The first was "Mirror Flower, Water Moon," which allowed the Obscure Light to travel through the reflections of all things. Wherever there was light and shadow, Viola could lurk within the reflected image. Her realm was not deep enough, and without the use of mystical techniques, she could only maintain this state for eight to ten seconds at a time. She also couldn't, like those high-ranking beings recorded in the classics, resurrect from the memories of others.

The second is "obscure light", which can hide the traces of things and traces, and can also interfere with the target's intuition.

At this moment, Viola was using the power of "Dark Light" to hide the patient's pain. This could not help to cure the patient, nor would it have any effect on the condition, but it could make the patient feel better.

She continued to study the arcane arts. Arcane arts, a summary of the objective laws of the material world, also included pathology and pharmacology. Mortals had a lower threshold for enduring the mystic arts. Even if it was a blessing technique, repeated exposure to it in a short period of time would destroy a mortal's spirituality, producing irreversible effects. With good fortune, the mystic arts might recreate them as flawed creatures less capable than mystical servants. With bad luck, they would become minions of evil, corrupted by power and clouded in consciousness.

The cost of creating evil minions is much lower than that of secret servants. Many evil secret practitioners like to use their power to corrupt mortals and make them suffer in slavery.

Therefore, for mortals, arcane magic is safer than mystic magic.

"Glory be to the Virgin Mary..."

The patient got up weakly and expressed his gratitude to the girl.

After several months, the refugees in the temple town had become quite familiar with Viola, and many of them had been rescued by her.

The little maid's salary was still thirteen gold shields per year, but she was already the princess's, so how could the princess be stingy with her reward?

Of course, Her Royal Highness the Princess's personal maid cannot be a lowly person.

Therefore, the estates of the Leland family in Yunling were just appetizers. Under the princess's forced love, Viola was forced to accept many industries such as farms, workshops, mines, etc., and became a small baroness in the Lorraine territory, ruling over tens of thousands of people, and had a considerable income every year.

The main reason why the Yunling fiefdom was not used was that those places not only could not collect any taxes, but were also a burden on fiscal expenditures. Otherwise, the princess would not have sold them.

But apart from her more elegant clothes, Viola's life remained unchanged. When she was busy, she still ate bread and cheese in the library or in the town. Without any retainers or servants, she did everything herself. Not only did she ask the princess to issue an edict to exempt the peasants in the territory from taxes, but as soon as the profits came into her account, she converted them into francs and donated them to the education foundation, the church, and the refugees.

At least hundreds of people have benefited directly from the girl's kindness, and countless more have benefited indirectly. The patients in the shelter call her the Angel of the Shining Moon because she is not only compassionate, but also always mentions the glory and the princess.

This is understandable. People may not know that she is the princess's maid, but the shrine was built by the princess' order, and the charity hall was also donated by the princess. Everyone inside and outside the house is the princess's people. It is not surprising that the black-haired girl regards the princess as one of her faith.

Apart from anything else, under the patronage of the Imperial Iron Knights, the Skaven Preachers, and the Pious Ironfangs, most of the poor who received charity had complete faith in the Divine Emperor and Princess. If they encountered any problems, it was undoubtedly the greedy goblin contractors and small-town bureaucrats who were causing trouble.

"Don't thank me. Thank Her Highness the Sixth Princess and the Church of Radiance." Viola waved her hand. She knew that without the princess and the church, she would be nothing but a corpse in the snow, unable to accomplish all this.

Amidst the countless thanks from the refugees in the shelter, the black-haired girl ended her day's schedule early. On this rare day off, she wanted to spend some time with her family.

We left the northern suburbs in a horse-drawn carriage. Along the way, the vast countryside from the Temple of the Divine Emperor to Yunding City was filled with construction sites, and iron tracks were being laid.

It has been twenty-two years since the first railway in the Kingdom of Tailan was built and opened to traffic, but it was not until today that Yunling, across the sea from the Land of Avalon, laid the tracks under the leadership of the princess.

Unfortunately, this technology appeared too late, and the empire happened to encounter the rebellion of the Cinder Sea Dwarves. Otherwise, if it waited another fifty years, when the tentacles of the Divine Capital crawled all over the territory along with these steel blood vessels, the empire's ruling power would surely rise to a higher level, and its lifespan could be extended by at least two hundred years.

It is no longer possible now. The straight-line distance from Yunding City to the Divine Capital is thousands of miles, not to mention the vast territories of the two cities and thirteen regions. The cost of reaching a large region alone is enough to make the empire shaky and financially collapse.

"Only Your Highness would truly care about the lower classes." Viola observed the changes in Yunling. Little did she know that the princess's large-scale construction of Yunling was solely due to the need to spend the money from the Bank of Lorraine to boost the circulation of francs. Otherwise, the billions of francs from the sale of territories would remain idle in the account, worth less than waste paper—pure air.

Exchanging francs for labor, gold shields and cheap goods is a profitable business.

However, while the empire still relies on griffins and eagles, the steam airships of the Tailan elves have already risen high into the sky. The princess really doesn't know how Yunling will compete with Tailan in industry after the collapse of the empire. She can only let the goblin factory owners and the Tailan elves compete to see who is more anthropomorphic.

The maids were completely unaware of these necessary sacrifices.

Viola returned home with a kind and beautiful sense of honor. She first greeted the maid of Yisu, and then saw an unexpected figure appear in the living room.

"Domis, you're here?"

"Viola..." Domis stood up. She was as cold as water, showing no emotion. She just smiled faintly, "Mrs. Lilan said you would be back on Sunday. I was just calculating what time it would be, but I didn't expect it to be so early."

"Well, today's business ended quickly. Haha...it's so cold." Viola hung the cloak on the hanger and breathed a sigh of relief.

"On the way here, I saw many homeless people who had frozen to death."

"The weather these past two days has been very strange, but Your Highness will take care of it," Viola said firmly.

The heavy snow over the past two days will kill a large number of crops, as well as the refugees who have been left homeless. However, the temperature will soon rise, and Yunling still has six months to prepare for this winter. The situation in Yunding City is far better than in previous years, and the large-scale chaos of last year is unlikely to happen again.

With your Highness's kindness, which is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, any difficulties will surely be easily overcome.

"Probably." Domis did not refute.

"Well, I knew you would understand His Highness!" Viola took her friend's hand and returned to the boudoir, sitting down beside the bed. "Did His Highness change your stereotype of the powerful last time at the manor castle?"

No matter how calm Domis was, her face froze for a moment when she heard her best friend's words.

"My impression has indeed changed," Domis regained her cool smile, a cold glint in her eyes. "By the way, I came here this time to ask you to do something, Viola. You won't refuse, right?"

"Hmm, it sounds like you're trying to take advantage of me." Viola keenly sensed the message in Domis's words, but she still smiled, "But after all, we're best friends. As long as you ask, I will definitely do my best to help you!"

"That's good." A hint of dejection flashed across Domis's eyes, but she quickly smiled. "Actually, I heard that Yunting Villa is hiring servants. I have some friends overseas who don't have a place to stay for the time being, so..."

"I thought it was something else. Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

"They also have families, maybe 30 or 40 people."

"Is that so..." Viola frowned, then relaxed, "It's okay, I can make the decision."

Yunting Villa is going to recruit more than two thousand servants. As the princess' most trusted maid, she has certain control over internal affairs and can arrange some servants.

"But I will meet your friends first," Viola said. "You know, there are many rules in the princess's palace. If you act rashly, it is easy to turn a good thing into a disaster."

"Of course, but..." Domis's eyes were deep. "Could you please not tell the princess that this is my request? After all, I'm just a small, unknown businessman. If I rashly make such a request, I'm worried that Her Highness will be dissatisfied and accuse you of abusing your power and favoring relatives."

"I know what I'm doing." Viola nodded. "As long as there are no problems after the interview, it's fine. Her Highness needs people who can get things done. She won't care about these close relationships."

"That's good." Domis looked into the dark-haired girl's deep pupils and suddenly said, "Viola..."

"Ok?"

"you've changed."