"Happy?"

"I think it's an honor for a lot of women to be your wife."

Hearing these words from Vidia's mouth, Samar's heart was ecstatic, and his eyes sparkled.

"Vidia, about Lady Hye-jin, I want you to really let go." Samar lifted Vidia's beautiful jaw and looked at herself: "Hatred is not for you."

Samar still remembers when he first saw Lin Nuanxi in Tibet five years ago, and he dared to be brave and strong against human traffickers, and warm and kind to that little boy.

In the past five years, those bright eyes have lost most of their brilliance and become more calm.

"Wait another week, and I'll make you happy for the rest of your life!"

A sonorous word is no lower than an oath.

Samar pressed his thumb on Vidia's forehead, sliding up to her mid-section hairline.

"It seems that you will immediately paint red cinnabar on your forehead, I think, it must be beautiful."

The characteristic of the beautiful bride of India, the forehead will be dotted with red cinnabar, which is the pride of every Indian bride, a real ruby.

Samar imagined Vidya's red bridal makeup, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

Vidia didn't hide, but her beautiful eyes were faint, and the pure masculine aura that rushed over was a very strange feeling.

Vidia closed her eyes slightly, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I'm sorry to disturb you two!"

A respectful but extraordinarily loud male voice interrupted Samar's attempt to kiss him.

Vidia turned her head and saw Beitang Flare leaning against a marble pillar with her hands folded in front of her chest.

Dressed in the costume of the chief of the guard, ironing his strong and beautiful body, there is a kind of characteristics that are different from the military, and he is particularly handsome!

"Major General Anand, Mr. Prime Minister just talked about you."

Mr. Prime Minister looking for him?

Samar paused, let go of Vidia, and smiled softly at her, "I'll go first."

"Hmm."

Samar turned around and walked outside, and the moment he passed by Beitang Yaori, he saw the slightly curvature of the corners of Beitang Yaori's mouth.

"Shahrukh, remember what your job is."

"Thank you, Major General Anand, for the reminder."

The two short sentences with the smell of gunpowder disappeared in the moment they passed by.

Watching Samar leave, Vidia breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, Beitang Yaori interjected in time just now.

"Princess Vidia, this is still Agra Fort, and if you want to make out, it's best to stay in the hallway."

After speaking, Beitang Yaori turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by an unhappy voice behind him.

"Why do you refuse to marry Kaisha?"

Beitang Yaori turned his back to her and smiled lightly, "Why do I have to marry her?"

"She's the eldest princess of Agra Fort, if you marry her, even Samar will have to respect you, maybe ......" Vidia raised her eyes, "You will be the one who will take over Agra Fort after my father."

"I have my own castle called Black Swan Castle."

"What?"

The wind blew, and Vidia didn't hear the faint words of Beitang Yaori.

Thinking of Samar's affectionate behavior just now, it was fake that Beitang Yaori was not angry in his heart. So far, no one has dared to touch his woman in front of his emperor Shao.

Except, of course, Jiang Bo.