In front of the Wangdu Grand Theater, there is a lot of traffic, shoulder to shoulder.

The noise and shouts made the area around here feel like boiling water.

Standing at the entrance of the Grand Theater, Lestara, who was wearing a purple dress, chatted with a nobleman with a smile and then sent him into the theater together with his attendants. Only then did he have a chance to breathe for a moment.

Raising her hands to rub her stiff face, Lestara felt both pain and happiness in her heart.

As a direct descendant of the Bouvier family, she has been in the capital for more than ten years. She has never seen any big storms, but this is the first time she has encountered such a scene.

No matter they are nobles or children of princes, everyone smiles when they see her, and everyone greets her cordially. Even some big nobles who originally looked down on Bouvier also talk to her with smiles.

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This made her feel flattered. For more than ten years, as the representative of the Bouvier family in the capital of Demacia, she faced such a situation for the first time. In the past, those who looked down upon Bouvier, a wealthy family in the north, looked down upon them in every possible way.

The nobles of the royal capital faced her status as a "social butterfly" with ridicule and contempt.

But now, she seems to have suddenly gone from being behind the scenes to being the star of the stage.

Of course, she is not a fool, nor will she lose herself because of the praise of these people. She knows why these people smile at her, because she has adopted a good daughter, a daughter that even His Majesty Jarvan III would be interested in.

"General Baldoin, you're here!" After a little movement of her calves, which were weak from standing in high heels for a long time, Lestara just took a breath and saw a dozen war horses stopped in front of the Royal Capital Grand Theater.

They came down, and the leader was a middle-aged man with a beard who was about forty years old.

Lestara's eyes suddenly lit up, she forced a smile, and took the initiative to greet him.

Baoduin, a middle-aged man with a beard, wore a dark red robe and a straight waist. He handed over the reins of the horse to his entourage and walked towards the theater door. He walked with a very impressive posture and a majestic appearance.

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His copper bell-like eyes glanced at Lestara who was walking towards him. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and with a slight smile, he talked to Lestara: "This is a concert that His Majesty Jiawen will come to watch in person.

There must be something worthy of praise, so why wouldn't I come and appreciate it?"

He glanced at the tall grand theater in front of him and sighed slightly: "Are you Lestara of the Bouvier family? I have heard of you, you have a good daughter!"

"General, you praised me." Hearing Baoduin mention Sona, Lestara's smile became even brighter. "My little girl Sona still has many shortcomings. I hope General will give you some advice."

"There is no General Baldoin today, only Baldoin from the Flanders family." Baldoin smiled and waved his hand: "I am a bigot, so I can't give you any advice, but my son Harald once listened to it in Piltover.

After a concert, I was praised again and again after I came back! As soon as I heard that the concert was going to be held in the Royal Capital not long ago, I couldn’t wait to come and see it.”

Lestara glanced at a young man following Baoduin, and her face seemed to be smiling: "Master Harald is young and promising, and my little girl Sona has also admired him for a long time."

"I attended a concert by Miss Sona. I was really shocked at the time. I am still very excited when I think about it now. And I am also very fascinated by Miss Sona. If we can chat with each other for a few words, that would be really great.

It's a great honor." Harald smiled and Shi Shiran spoke.

Lestara's face froze slightly, but after all, she was also a frequent visitor to the kingdom's upper class. She immediately smiled and said: "Definitely, definitely, Mr. Baoduin, please—"

With a slight salute, Lestara sent the Flanders family into the grand theater. The corners of her mouth twitched unconsciously, and her heart was speechless: Sona was born without a voice. This matter has been rumored for many years. Fran

Harald of the Des family said he was fascinated, but didn't know anything about it, and even talked about "talking", which had to make Lestara, who was a little distracted, sober up a lot.

It seems that many of them are here for the sake of Jarvan III.

Lestara sighed in her heart, but she was not discouraged. The relationship between nobles valued actual interests more. It would be tantamount to wishful thinking to rely on just one adopted daughter to navigate the entire aristocratic circle.

But...it will all be fine.

Lestara smiled from ear to ear when she thought that Sona actually interested Jarvan III. If Sona can be used as the basis, and the Bouvier family works hard, maybe it won't be long before Bouvier can become a noble.

A wealthy family.

Thinking of Bouvier who had not returned from the northern defense line, Lestara felt much better.

After cheering up and smiling, Lestara faced the next noble.

The long team, carriages and horses totaled more than a dozen people. Together with the attendants and maids, the huge team of dozens of people slowly stopped in front of the Grand Theater.

Which one is this? It’s quite a place!

Lestara sighed casually, and looked at the family emblem on the carriage sill. Her eyes lit up, she held up the hem of her skirt and trotted up,

The Milisil family is a long-established aristocratic family that straddles the military and political circles in the kingdom. Although the spokesperson of the military died in the battle because of the family, I heard that the new generation of people named Assas is highly praised by Jiawen.

The prince thinks highly of him and has already accepted him as the next commander-in-chief of the Dragon Cavalry Legion.

The commander-in-chief of the prince's bodyguard, isn't he going to be the king's bodyguard in the future? That's a promising future! If Sona can be on good terms with him, maybe...

Thinking of this, Lestara smiled even more.

He greeted the middle-aged man who dismounted and said, "Mr. Tyrellis, welcome to your arrival!"

As people from the Milisil family walked over, a team of dozens of people immediately gathered at the door.

Tyraris looked at Lestara and responded with a smile: "Ms. Lestara, your daughter Sona's piano skills are renowned throughout the continent. It is an honor for the Milisil family to be invited here."

"What the hell, you're being too modest!" Tyrells' words made Lestara's eyes almost narrow. This person was afraid of comparison. After hearing what the Flanders family said just now, she made another comparison.

As for the Milisil family, the gap immediately became apparent.

Lestara sighed in her heart, it turned out to be Milisil, a big family with hundreds of years of history is stronger than the Flanders family with decades of history.

Looking behind Tyraris, Lestara's eyes lit up and she locked eyes on a young man behind Tyraris. Based on her years of experience, she found that this man had an extraordinary temperament. Could it be that he was——
Chapter completed!