"After we finish dealing with the Mulan situation together this time, we need to focus on preparing for the final showdown with Mom."

"All these days we've been busy with this and that together, there's been no atmosphere of preparation at all."

"No preparations at all... What if something happens to you later?"

"My happiness in the second half of my life, I'm counting on you for it."

On the side of the Bremen Hall, under the illumination of the Qingming light, sparse shadows spilled down from the various frames hanging upside down on the ceiling, outlining on Turing's profile like ink.

In the last moments before the curtain rose, Turing walked towards the center of the stage where Merka sat on the organ chair, gently hooking his back and tenderly saying,

"Mmm... Thank you for indulging me."

"After the performance today, I promise to agree to whatever you say."

Merka sighed softly, smiled, and lightly touched Turing's chin like one would stroke a small animal.

With Merka's assurance, Turing made up his mind. She walked to the front of the stage and exchanged a glance with Anaquiz, the Yorkshire, signaling that they could begin.

Suddenly, the intoxicating lights intensified like the evening breeze bringing in the tide. The people on stage realized that this was the signal for the curtain to rise.

The staff swiftly raised the mechanism to unveil the curtain and turned on the warm lights on the ceiling.

In an instant, the entire starry sea on the ceiling shimmered. On the dark, silent ground, the stage area seemed like a small boat crushed by a great dream, laden with sorrow and heartache, sinking deeply into the lake.

A few gasps sounded from the quiet audience seats.

Everyone present was enjoying the brief moment of tranquility before the performance began.

"Are you nervous?"

Turing opened her cherry lips and asked the Yorkshire with a smiling face.

"Nervous... Not really."

"Just... disappointed not to see Mom."

The Yorkshire absentmindedly looked at the noble area of the audience seats, lost in thought.

【The current Yorkshire... so much like me back then】

【Yes, why didn't I realize it earlier.】

【When we were performing in Lachesis City, Elizabeth was actually in this state.】

【Why didn't I notice it...】

Turing's affectionate eyes couldn't help but linger on the two beauties beside her.

"Although Duke George didn't come... look over there."

"Mrs. Malian and her company, aren't they here?"

"They will also witness your success."

As the curtain gradually rose, Merka sat at the grand organ, and Anaquiz stood a bit aside on the stage. The only ones still in their original positions were Turing playing the violin and the Yorkshire playing the piano.

On this day, even the usually unadorned Turing put a little thought into her makeup. Adorned and hand in hand, they stood in the center of the stage, facing the light.

"Really..."

Following Turing's finger, the Yorkshire saw Mrs. Malian and her group - and also saw Mrs. Malian proudly waving towards them.

Eyes welled up, the Yorkshire wrinkled her little face, almost shedding tears.

Turning glanced briefly at Yorkshire, then released Yorkshire's hand and stepped back elegantly, like a noble white swan. He gently lifted the violin in his hand and placed it against his neck.

"Yorkshire, this bit of grievance is nothing. When you encounter true happiness, you will eventually forget it."

"One must endure some grievances and silently wipe away the tears, continuing to move forward."

"No one is like a blank piece of paper; the cost of growth is losing one's original self."

"Eventually, you will understand that besides life and death, everything else is just a scrape."

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"How do you do, Professor Beaumont, have you heard the music in the distance?"

The state carriage of the royal guard slowly made its way, luxurious yet antiquated, resembling an aging elephant.

The sound of hooves along this road, who knows how many bundles of spring thoughts it has shattered, how many old resentments it has eroded.

"That is the sound of your child's remarkable performance."

Beautiful and lively, Paris sat on top of the carriage, gazing into the distance.

Meanwhile, Beaumont sat inside the carriage, wearing a monocle, quietly observing outside the window.

The shy Dunkirk sat opposite Beaumont, hesitating to remove the barrier and engage in conversation with him.

Originally, Paris intended for Dunkirk and Beaumont to have some alone time, while she stayed on the sidelines offering support. However, unable to resist Dunkirk's fear of love, Paris decided to first screen for her. Once they reached the concert venue, she planned to let the two of them be alone.

"I heard it... very pleasant," Beaumont's voice was deep and melodious.

"I never expected, in my lifetime, to witness such achievements from a child..."

"I just wonder, do I still have the right to claim to be a parent to him?"