The gates of Hofburg Palace were crowded with luxurious carriages from the royal families of various countries, and for safety's sake, Franz had directly imposed martial law on the nearby streets.
The residents of Vienna had long since found it nothing out of the ordinary. After all, ever since 1848, martial law had been imposed in front of the palace gates every few days.
Princess Olga, however, who had only just arrived in Vienna, found it rather strange. How could it seem like two different worlds with only a street between them?
"Brother! There are so many soldiers on the street! There isn't going to be another rebellion, is there?"
Slightly tipsy, Alexander II glanced out the window, then smiled and said, "Don't be so nervous! This is the Vienna City Defense Force. They're about the same as our Court Honor Guard—nothing but silver-coated pewter spearheads. If I tied up two dogs, they'd be more useful than them."
"How much food would that waste!"
Olga could not help sighing. Hearing this, Alexander could not help letting out a cold snort.
"What do you know! Great powers have the worries of great powers. Raising a herd of pigs is still better than raising a pack of thankless wolves."
Princess Olga blinked her bright eyes, then said, "Then what is Father raising?"
Alexander said without the slightest hesitation, "Thankless pigs. A bunch of fellows with no real ability, yet the moment they gather together, they want to eat meat. Those idiots don't know that without Nicholas I, the head wolf, they wouldn't even have the right to eat shit."
Princess Olga only smiled awkwardly and did not comment further. She knew her elder brother was not as heartless as he looked; it was just that this metaphor was truly a little too