Dmitri breathed a little easier at that. Mikhail was the finance minister, a man with immense power and the pillar their Lineage depended on. Nothing could happen to him.
If something really did happen, their Lineage would have to consider a way out.
In truth, Dmitri had no need to worry. Lyudmila had an even greater, more dependable pillar to lean on.
Still, as her older brother, he sighed. "The Holy Capital is a sea of treacherous currents these days. The Witch Ancestor has descended, and the New Emperor has taken the throne. It's good that you came home to lie low. We have more refugees here, and things are a little chaotic, but the war hasn't reached us yet. It's still fairly peaceful."
Just then, her older sister Olga, who had hurried over upon hearing the news, stepped forward and gently took Lyudmila's hand. "I'm just glad you're back, little sister. It's been four or five years since I last visited you in the Holy Capital. Now that you're home, stay a while and keep me company."
Seeing Olga, Lyudmila had so much she wanted to say, especially about the filthy remarks she had heard during the porridge distribution.
She immediately took Olga by the hand and led her back to her bedroom.
Once the door was closed, Lyudmila said urgently, "Sister, I heard you've been going out personally to hand out porridge to the refugees every day lately. That's far too dangerous! Those refugees are a jumble of fish and dragons, good and bad mixed together. When people are desperate with hunger, many of them will do anything. I saw how they looked at you-it wasn't right! From now on, let the servants handle it. Please don't go exposing yourself in public anymore!"
Olga merely smiled, unconcerned, and