Mafia Princess in the Roman Court

ia Augusta, coincidentally the same as her own - surely

voluminous toga, the sight that met her eyes was shocking: bruises and whip marks marred her skin. Instantly, anger welled up inside her. Though she wasn't the original owner of this bod

the young handmaiden, who hastily explained, "Your Maj

wasn't a gang princess who delighted in bloodshed, more often resembling an innocent princess, if someone provoked her, she wouldn't easily forgive. Just like her "groom" - if she ever had the

's words, realizing that the Empre

lly an "arena" without gunpowder but filled with conflict - all skilled in wearing masks and putting on a show. On the surface, they appeared gentl

ke me in the future. Don't ruin my plans for a "Roman Holiday" here, or else - playing the harem version of "Game of Thro

so they often came to bully you," Livia exp

now. From now on, I promise I won't let anyone bully us again. I'll protect you." She had always liked loyal people, and this little maid was t

a's eyes glistened w

ho would weep and protect her mistress when near death, instead

lated to those 'Venuses'?" Her instinct told

to bring you two bowls of tonic soup. After you drank it, you fell into a deep sleep, and your breathing became increasingly faint. I was scared, so I called for

ed this suspicious circumstance, her keen hearing suddenly caught the sound of approaching footst

open, and two slav

sed, observing the two from the corner of her eye.

hem, a slave named Marcus, asked, "Hey, Livia, is Her Majesty the Empress... still bre

o, saying fiercely, "What are you talking about! Her Ma

d your attitude, considering her title. But now, hmph! Even if she has incredible luck, she can't escape the Fates' decision this time. S

the Empress? This is high treason,

uppress their relief. They smirked maliciously, "Hmph! Someone wants

apt from the bed, gripping their throats with h

em with cold eyes, causing the two to feel afraid. They wondered if the Empress had turned into a Lamia (a

ed to seek vengeance, please don't mistak

ar. He quickly begged, "Your Majesty, we truly didn't

involved in the Empress's near-death. She tightened her grip on their throats and looked at them disdainfully, saying, "Hmph! I doubt you'd have the courage to plot

ately answered: "His Imperial

peror and the Empress Dowager trying to kill her. Adultery? Betrayal? Murder? Arson? Poisoning concubines

usta continued to question calmly. This information was crucial for her future survival her