The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Viola found herself unable to resist the word "humiliation." Her initial angry words became nothing more than irreverent ridicule in front of the princess. Whenever she dressed, bathed, or dressed the princess, these two words were always mentioned.

Originally, she could have completely ignored the princess's teasing. Even though the princess's alluring appearance and figure were breathtaking, as a woman, Viola didn't have any extra thoughts.

But the word "shame" seemed to be an insurmountable hurdle. When she applied essential oil and wiped his armpits and back in the bath, "shame" was like a ghost lingering in her mind.

If the princess seeing her naked was a humiliation, then she was indeed "humiliating" the princess at this moment.

Viola wanted to die, to turn into an ant and crawl into the cracks between the tiles. The unprecedented ambiguity and throbbing made her afraid to look directly at the body of the imperial princess. She was ashamed of her unattractive figure, but more than that, she felt an impulse beyond envy and jealousy.

Viola didn't understand the strange feeling, as if she was a secret cultivator entering a dream and facing the temptation of evil spirits. She suddenly wanted to leave tooth marks on the princess's shoulder, or let the princess hug her to release the depression that even she was unaware of.

"Do I really want to rely on the people who bully me? What a despicable thought..."

Viola silently blamed herself, thinking that it was her desire for recognition from the Celestial Dragons that made her unnecessarily restless.

But when the princess became gentle, she always immersed herself in an indescribable sense of security.

"Hey, how long are you going to keep wiping?" Hestia was sitting on the edge of the bathtub with her back to the maid, her tender feet stepping on the water where petals were floating, and she had two hands and a bath towel on her chest to wipe the water.

"Uh...ah? I'm sorry, Your Highness! I'll be there soon!" Viola came back to her senses and hurriedly rubbed the snow-white shoots that were just beginning to mature in charm several times.

The princess turned her head and stared at her with some resentment.

Those golden eyes were as dark as the dusk burning on the seashore.

"Miss Lilan, are you satisfied with today's humiliation?"

Hestia wanted to immediately press the innocent little girl onto the wet, hard tiles, straddle her thin, slender waist, strangle her throat and wrists, let the butterfly-winged butterfly gradually lose her weak strength, and leave the possessor's teeth marks on her lips, shoulders, hips, and the winding paths.

Although it is definitely inferior to Iyana, it is better at quenching thirst.

"Well... I didn't, Your Highness!" Viola retorted hastily, not daring to look the princess in the eye, but the beautiful figure of her beloved lingered in her mind.

She was a little envious of His Highness's figure, but she didn't understand why that charming figure could never be shaken off her mind.

Fortunately, the oppressive torture ended soon. The princess did not say much. After she took a shower and changed her clothes, she was taken to the restaurant for dinner.

Roasted suckling rabbit garnished with spices, lamb and mushroom stew, a cheese platter, peeled fresh citrus fruits and a small glass of red wine.

Viola enjoyed the completely different dishes Iyana provided each day. She had once imagined the life of a wealthy lady, inspired by Domis. It was probably nothing more than three meals a day, clean clothes, and hundreds of books to read. But now, her life was even better than Domis's. She only had to serve her master morning and night, and there were almost no other worries. In fact, simply serving the princess wasn't a big deal, it just made her feel inexplicably anxious about her body.

Yearning, jealousy, desire? Viola couldn't figure it out.

If I really have to talk about someone who is bothering me, it's probably Miss Miller, who is sitting at the end of the table.

Matildahl Miller always stared at her with hawk-like hatred, making Viola feel like a little white rabbit that could be slaughtered at any time.

She knew she had taken Miss Miller's position and room, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn't disobey the princess's decision. Fortunately, Miss Miller and she rarely met, and there had been no friction between the two.

"Your Highness." At this time, Iyana walked into the restaurant, two faint orange-red halos floating behind her. She bowed respectfully and said, "Miss Rousseau is already outside the villa. Do you want to meet her now?"

Hestia put down the newspaper and asked in surprise, "It's so early, isn't she asleep? Tell her to wait in the garden for half an hour, and we'll leave soon."

……

It is true that Claire had not slept all night, but her complexion was rosy and her face was radiant, like a delicate flower that has been drought-stricken and is watered by the dew on the eve of withering.

As soon as they met, Hestia couldn't help but complain, "Why are you so excited so early in the morning? Are you having a party with some sisters tonight?"

"No!" Chloe rolled her eyes at the princess. She was in a good mood, and although she was refuting, the corners of her mouth were still raised.

Hestia was instantly unhappy.

I was seduced by the little maid to such an extent that I still kept my composure, but not only did you not investigate the bacteria, toxins and blood alchemy carefully, but you also had fun with your sisters the whole night?

Noticing the princess's gloomy gaze, Chloe coughed awkwardly and took out two snow-white moths in her hands.

"We are working on something, you see."

"what is this?"

"The moths bred with that healing potion contain fungal toxins."

"I know... take it away."

"It's not dangerous. We are a group of moths that have been drawn into the Nine Gu Temptation. Er, should I say, 'temptation'? It stems from instinct and attraction. When it finds someone infected with the virus, it will immediately split, and the clone will parasitize the target's body."

"You guys are really quick to react," Hestia said, quite surprised. She had been a Cybermoth trainee for two years, but she knew nothing about the Mycelium Cultists.

Either the Cocoon Sisters had completely eliminated the Fungus Skeleton Cultists before the server launch. Or, the Fungus Skeleton Cultists were kept secret, and the players hadn't yet reached the level necessary to perform this mission.

"Is this enough to demonstrate our sincerity?" Chloe asked confidently.

"If your sister and mother could send two cocoon girls to Yunting Villa to serve as slaves, I would be more impressed by your sincerity."

Chloe pretended not to hear.

The two set out very early. Clara drove the carriage along the road deep into the mountains. After about an hour, they arrived at Yunling Forest Prison - a lake valley surrounded by mountains.

The prison was surrounded on all sides, with sentries scattered throughout the mountains. Only two heavily guarded stone bridges led to the island in the middle of the lake where the prison was located.

Over the past hundred years, countless corpses of serious criminals have been buried here, and blood-curdling wails and screams can be heard every night.

Normally, the Forest Prison held no more than a hundred inmates, each with a renowned reputation or a well-known legacy. From nobles to cult leaders, from mystics to Tyranid spies, from arcane scholars studying forbidden arts to criminals who subverted the empire—it was truly a gathering of heroes.

Of course, it is far inferior to the Great Northern Prison where the Empire hollowed out an entire mountain.

Cloudtop City has been experiencing a period of unrest lately, with riots of varying sizes breaking out in prisons, forcing the Governor's Office to transfer some important prisoners to the Inquiry Office. Among them were the criminals who had narrowly escaped a prison break a few days earlier, and the rebel group that had blown up a small section of the Divine Emperor statue.

And with the princess ordering all the black market suspects to be sent here last night, the forest prison is almost overcrowded.

Therefore, the single-room cells that were originally considered VIP were now crammed with people like pig pens, and the water dungeons soaked in excrement held countless "animals".

"Your Highness! Truly Your Highness! Adrian Hesse pays homage to Your Highness the Princess! I, your humble servant, have never wished to see the Heavenly Dragon's face here, and I was unable to greet him from afar. I beg Your Highness's forgiveness..."

As soon as Hestia's carriage stopped outside the stone bridge, she saw a pile of flesh lying on the ground, prostrating itself.

Adrian Hesse, the governor of Yunling Province, actually knelt down in front of many prosecutors and jailers and rubbed his fat face on the ground.

He hadn't expected the princess to appear at this time. The events at Coral Wharf last night couldn't have been hidden from the Governor's Office, but he had no idea what had happened.

Tiejun did it very cleanly, without a single surviving witness.

Then the news that Sir Glenn disappeared at Coral Dock and hundreds of prisoners were transported to Yunling Forest Prison reached his office, and Adrian Hesse immediately knew that something bad was going to happen.

I don’t know what exactly the bad things are, but…if we really investigate all the bad things that have happened in the Governor’s Office, how could there be less?

Sir Glenn blew himself up! And his blew up even more thoroughly than that low-level prosecutor at the Inquisition!

So Adrian Hesse immediately rushed to the forest prison, hoping to have a good talk with Lucas Stein and find out what had happened. But the bastard refused to give him any respect and turned him away!

Just as the Governor was trying to figure out the Princess's intentions, Hestia got off the carriage, walked coldly past Adrian Hesse, and stepped onto the stone bridge over the Governor.

Adrian wiped his sweat excitedly - the princess didn't kill him on the spot, but stepped on him and left, which meant that he was still worthy of carrying the dragon, and he could keep his life for the time being!

Thinking this, Adrien got up from the ground and ran after the princess.

"Please wait." The armed jailer guarding the stone bridge stopped the Governor. "Your Excellency, the Chief Inspector is aware that you do not have access to Yunling Forest Prison. I cannot let you pass."

"Let him in," Hestia said over her shoulder.

"Yes, Your Highness." The jailer who dared to stop the governor was immediately released just because of the princess' words.

Adrian felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly caught up with the princess, maintaining the height of three fat men, and hunched his waist with great respect. Even though the fat on his belly made it very difficult for him to squeeze himself, he did not dare to exceed the princess's height.

Chloe's face was filled with surprise. She was not only surprised that the fat and big-eared guy was actually the provincial governor, but also shocked that such a dignified governor could fawn in front of the princess to the point of having no dignity at all.

Several people entered the dark, deep entrance with multiple gates. A tall, thin man dressed as an inspector hurriedly met them and knelt on one knee, like a knight swearing allegiance. "Lucas Stein greets Her Royal Highness the Princess. I am willing to serve her at her beck and call, and serve as a loyal slave. The authority of the Heavenly Dragon is eternal, the grace of the Divine Emperor is everlasting, and the Iron Army is immortal."

Upon hearing this, Adrian became furious and became very angry.

He glared at Stein, his eyes speaking volumes.

"Hey, old boy! Why wasn't you so shameless last time at Yunting Villa? When I was in power, I was playing the game of differentiation and competition. Now that I've been implicated by that idiot Glenn and am in danger, you're replacing my loyal dog persona, right?!"

damn thing!

No, this sentence seems to be praising him.

Adrian glanced at the princess anxiously, remembering that he was so nervous just now that he even forgot to say the blessing prayer!

"Well." Hestia asked without even glancing at Stein, "How are the two wanted criminals from yesterday?"

"Thanks to the princess's grace, I worked through the night and finally got them to speak." Stein looked at the governor coldly, a sinister smile etched across his usually solemn expression. "First and foremost, there's Sir Glenn, the tax officer entrusted with this important task by the governor... Before this, I always thought the officials in the governor's office were upright and fair, but I never expected Sir Glenn to surprise me." He first gave Adrian a serious look, then continued, "Sir Glenn exploited his position to not only arbitrarily increase taxes in Fengbo Port, the Coast District, and the Oxhoof District in the name of the Empire, but also colluded with gangs and merchant syndicates, accepting bribes to cover up the tax evasion of those lawless elements! The losses to the empire's finances are incalculable!"

Adrian's rosy face instantly turned pale. The Iron Army had indeed received the Princess's order last night, and the first person to bear the brunt of it was none other than his tax collector, Oli Glenn!

Who wouldn't be so cautious when it comes to getting to the position of Governor? Just based on such a minor offense as taking bribes and evading taxes, it's not the Iron Army's turn to be promoted.

Rebellions were frequent in Fran, and for centuries, the Empire had been forced to suppress them violently, eroding its foundations. Consequently, the five provinces of Fran still employed the tax-farmer system, handing taxation authority to well-established tax-farming consortiums. They set a fixed tax amount, and as long as the tax was paid, the Empire paid no heed to the wrath of the people.

Adrian promised that even if half of Yunling's men died, he would still exceed his target. Therefore, the princess shouldn't use this as a scapegoat. To put it bluntly, who was funding the Iron Army? Was the Inquisition truly selfless?

The Governor believed that with the princess's intelligence, it was impossible for her to be alone.

That would only be something that would touch the royal family's bottom line even more...

Is it related to the exposure of the smuggling trade of the Kingdom of Tailan, or is it related to Glenn and the military-controlled items that flowed into the civilian population?

Adrian was so confused that he wanted to die.

"What a talented man he is. I wonder if he thinks he is the one who calls the shots in Cloudtop City." Hestia sneered.

"Your Highness, Sir Glenn naturally doesn't dare to make the decision. I suspect there is someone else behind the scenes." Stein smiled with a dagger hidden in his heart.

"Your Highness, it's my fault for not judging people well enough to allow a scoundrel like Glenn to sneak into my legitimate Governor's Mansion," Adrian pleaded through gritted teeth. "Please give me a chance to redeem myself and allow me to personally interrogate Glenn and uncover the mastermind behind this!"

"If I give Sir Glenn to you, will he still be able to escape alive?" Stein asked slowly. "Sacrificing one's own family for the sake of justice? Silencing him?" His eyes flashed like thunder. "If you kill him to silence him, then you are his instigator, the one who instigated the riot and the plague... the real culprit behind all this!"

Volume 26: Dreamers: . Forest Prison

Adrian glared at Stein fiercely, wishing he could eat the chief examiner alive on the spot.

He did have the idea of ​​killing Glenn, but even if he was given ten dragon galls, he would never dare to kill him to silence him in front of the princess.

Once Stein was accused of this, it almost meant an irreconcilable feud.

And the plague...what plague?

"Hmph, I, Adrian Hesse, am a man of integrity. You can't just throw mud at me with a few words." A drop of sweat dripped from Adrian's forehead, but his eyes showed no fear. "I've heard that the Inquiry Office has repeatedly resorted to distorting facts, forcing confessions, and framing people to close cases. What's the matter, Master Stein, that I'm one of those unfortunate people who can be slandered at will?"

"you……"

"Okay, why are you in such a hurry? Take me to see the wanted criminal first."