"Dut...... Honk...... ......

"Hey?" On the other side of the phone, there was a very nice and polite female voice, which made people very comfortable when they heard it.

「…… Juliet, I'm Leng Zhao."

"Well, I'm all set to do what Sunny asks."

Hearing Julia's words, Leng Zhao smiled lightly: "Xie Lu Xie Julia Asia."

Without saying anything more, Leng Zhao hung up the phone.

The lights were still on in Beitangxing's room, and although it was time for him to sleep, Beitangxing was not asleep.

Sitting on the bed, his expression was slightly excited, as if he was expecting something.

"Little Master."

"Leng Zhao, I'm ready!"

Seeing Leng Zhao coming in, Beitangxing jumped directly from the bed.

Leng Zhao looked at the handsome little boy in front of him, dressed in a clean white dress, more like a happy little messenger.

"Tomorrow, it's up to you, young master!"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission, hehe!" Smiling handsomely, Beitang Xing suddenly remembered something again: "Leng Zhao, you won't really lock Lin Jue and Lin Ao up, right?"

"This is a necessary measure to prevent accidents tomorrow."

"Hehe, I think Lin Jue must be mad now."

"I'll wait until tomorrow to apologize."

"Hmm!" Beitang Xing nodded vigorously, "Then when are we going to leave for India?"

"Waiting for Juliet's call."

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Agra Fort, India.

The city of Agra Fort today is even grander and livelier than it was a few days ago.

The wedding of Princess Vidya of India has already boiled over the people of the entire Agra Fort City.

The streets and alleys are full of lights, singing and laughing.

Samar led a large procession of greetings towards the city of Agra Fort. In just a few tens of meters, he had already walked with great difficulty.

Because, on the way, there will be "obstacles" sent by the mother's family to stop the groom from moving forward, all kinds of difficulties, just like the traditional Chinese groom, to make him understand that the girl is not so easy to marry.

Although the journey to Agra Fort is not long, Samar has to make it through the hurdles to marry the princess smoothly.

And here, Vidia has also changed into her mother's beautiful wedding dress.

The two arms depict the Muhandi characteristic of the Indian bride, a delicate and extremely elaborate pattern. A long list of gold bracelets, as well as beautiful forehead ornaments.

Compared to the previous engagement makeup, today's Vidia is the most beautiful, the most dignified, and the most luxurious.

Kazol amazed her princess Vidia, although she was not related to her by any blood, but after getting along for the past few years, Vidia took her like her own sister.

"Princess Vidia, you are so beautiful!"

Vidia smiled softly and raised her hand to wipe the sparkle from Kadrow's eyes.

"Wherever you go, I will take you with me, and in two years' time, you will be like me now, dressed in a beautiful bridal sari, waiting for your beloved husband to marry."

"Princess Vidia, Kazor is not going anywhere, just by your side."

Vidia smiled lightly, people said that her daughter would cry with all kinds of emotion on the day she got married, but for Vidia, she didn't feel much touch.

If her real mother were still around, perhaps she would have cried as excitedly as Kadrow.

"Sockets—"

At this time, a subordinate hurriedly ran in, looking slightly flustered.

"Vi, Princess Vidia, I'm sorry!"

"What's wrong?"

The maid slowed her breath before she cautiously spoke.

"I've searched all over the city of Agra Fort, Shah Rukh Khan—he's quit his guard and left Agra Fort."

"You say...... What?"

"Shah Rukh Khan has left India."

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