She Lives without Regret in This Life

Among them, the Duke of Westminster was the person he admired most: so rich, so powerful over the whole of Europe, yet by nature so low‑key. People outside couldn’t even dream of seeing a single photo of him.

Anyone can claim to be low‑key, but those who truly manage it are very few.

People are vain animals. Once they have money, or fame, they inevitably want the whole world to know. The rich are vulgar because they chase money—so when we who do art chase fame, are we any less vulgar?

All vulgar.

The only ones truly not vulgar are those nobles with profound heritage.

”Are you talking about the Duke of Westminster in England?” She had heard the name, but didn’t know much about him.

”Yes. Don’t worry, the Duke is definitely not that kind of person. If he wants to see you, it’s most likely just to communicate with you about music and art. I’ve heard the Duke plays the violin very well—he studied under the famous music master Hal Lansdale.”

Hal Lansdale was a musical giant whom Liu Yilan deeply admired.

Being able to communicate with such a grand master would be her honor.

”I hope I’ll have a chance to meet Master Hal Lansdale.” She smiled slightly, her cool features taking on a glow more delicate than any flower.

The mentor shook her head with a wry smile. What a silly girl. Other young women, upon hearing they could meet the Duke, would all be overjoyed and then dress themselves up beautifully. Yet look at her—doing no preparations at all, and instead wanting to meet that old fossil Hal Lansdale.

”By the way, I hope that before you go back home, you can make a trip to Country M.” The mentor suddenly said seriously, ”This would be of great help to you.”

The history of the Lincoln Art Center in Country M might not be comparable to the Royal Music Academy, but under the impact of new ideas it had already become a newly risen top‑tier stage.

Many art masters, famous figures in music and dance, had appeared there. If she could accept the invitation from the Lincoln Art Center, it would be a recognition for both sides.

It would also make her résumé all the more dazzling and brilliant.

Liu Yilan thought for a moment. She didn’t want to give up this opportunity, yet her longing for her hometown and friends made her just as eager to return.

”I’m sorry...”

”Think it over first, then give me your answer.”

”All right!”

The meeting was held in a VIP private room, with a dedicated passage from backstage. With Liu Yilan’s current fame, going out casually anywhere would cause a huge sensation.

”Duke, Liu is here.”

”Let her in.”

The door of the private room was pushed open. Liu Yilan walked in with her gaze level, her expression calm. Facing the Duke in front of her, she bent slightly and said, ”Hello, Your Grace.”

”Hello, please have a seat.” The Duke of Westminster gave her a casual once‑over, silently thinking she looked even more beautiful than she had just now on stage. But he didn’t take it to heart: first, he had never cared much about appearances; second, he had seen too many beautiful women.

To him, someone like Liu Yilan at most counted as having outstanding poise.

The Duke shifted his gaze away, and Liu Yilan also turned her eyes. But she did not look at the Duke; instead, she looked toward the little boy beside him, carved from pink jade, with a pair of sapphire‑blue eyes brimming with spirit.

It was rare to see such beautiful, lively eyes on a Westerner, so she couldn’t help looking a second time.

Lin En hopped down from his chair, ran up to Liu Yilan, and said in fluent Mandarin, ”Are you Liu Yilan?”

Liu Yilan was taken aback; she hadn’t expected this foreign child to speak such standard Mandarin. She couldn’t help finding him even more pleasing, and even the coolness on her face was replaced by a smile.