Because Britain desperately needed a political campaign to strengthen its rule in India, especially over the brave Sikhs, the importance of Prince Dalip's card was greater than in history, and Victoria had to be more aggressive and adventurous in her handling of him.

This is also thanks to Dalipu's forbearance.

He has always been extremely submissive in front of Victoria.

Including accepting Victoria's arranged marriage, that is, marrying Princess Gilmar.

Although they are all after the fall of the country, in terms of national strength, a small country like Coug is not worthy of the Sikh Kingdom, which was once very powerful and must have been hard East India Company.

Gilmar, however, doesn't look down on Dalip at all.

She refused to accept that she was married to an Indian man, and she only wanted to marry an Englishman.

Even if the other party is old and ugly, she can accept it.

To escape the marriage, she met a man named John at a ball. Campbell's 49-year-old divorced man, the two quickly got engaged.

This made Victoria very angry.

She rarely told her adopted daughter that the divorced old man only valued the rich dowry left by your father, and that your marriage to her could not be happy.

Victoria's words are correct.

Historically, Gilma stubbornly married Campbell, and after being cheated out of his savings by the latter, he died depressed and died at the age of 23.

This time, of course, Gilmar still didn't listen, but Victoria's determination to bring about the marriage of an Indian prince and an Indian princess was much greater than in history.

It just so happened that a big banquet was about to take place in Kolkata.

Victoria sent Gilmar and Dalip to join a delegation from London to India, hoping to cultivate a bond during the long journey and to refresh Gilmar's childhood memories with the sights of her hometown.

But it was clear that Victoria's attempt had failed completely.

Even as the queen of the British Empire, she can't change the twisted heart of a foreign girl.

After arriving in Kolkata, instead of returning to her hometown, Gilmar was disgusted with everything.

She hated the air, the cattle crossing the road, the black Indian servants, the fancy Indian food, everything about India.

Moreover, her dislike for Dalip, who is an Indian man, is even deeper.

And what made Gilmar even angrier was that Dalip had changed his polite attitude to himself in London and began to follow him like a bedbug, saying disgusting compliments.

Gilmar is sure that this damn Indian man is desperate to be his wife, and this is a fool's dream!

But coming to Kolkata wasn't entirely a mistake.

Gilmar discovers that there are quite a few pleasing gentlemen in the Imperial camp.

Take this Lord Lytton, for example.

Although the lord's title was a little lower and a little older, Gilmar felt that he was better at talking than Mr. Campbell.

And his wife also died in the dengue epidemic two years ago, that is, she is still single.

Gilmar thinks that he may really find Prince Charming in a "foreign land" when he goes to the ocean.

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Looking at Gilma, who was affectionately holding Lord Lytton's arm and leaving with a smile, Dalip, who had already returned to his traditional Sikh clothes, did not give up in his eyes.

He snorted lightly, smiled disdainfully, and disappeared again in an instant.

Instead, it was a lonely look.

He turned and walked towards the edge of the camp.

"Behold, our poor prince of India!"

It was clearly not the first time that the British soldiers guarding the gate had seen Dalip go out.

At first, they would stop him.

After all, his father was a rebel against the rule of the British Empire.

However, after learning that Dalip had been repeatedly humiliated by women of his own race, the British soldiers did not have much to worry about.

After receiving such a blow, it is also appropriate to go out for a walk.

Almost every three to five days, Dalip would go out sadly, and everyone was used to it.

"Good luck, our Indian prince, maybe this time you'll meet a hot gypsy girl! But I think she must also want to share the Spring Festival with us Brits, hahaha......"

Amid the taunts of the British soldiers, Dalip left with one foot deep and one foot shallow, decadent.

But when he turned a corner, Dalip's pace suddenly quickened, and he sped towards a small town.

Expertly walking to a dirty flying cake shop, he whispered in English: "Clean and hygienic!" ”

Obviously, there are no flying cakes in India, and the real owner of this flying cake shop is not Indian.

Now, of course, there are flying cakes in India.

When he heard the code of "clean and hygienic", the third brother at the door quickly rubbed a dough cake with his bare hands, and then threw it in the air, making a set of dazzling movements.

Dalip pulled out a piece of oiled paper and wrapped the flying cake.

The third brother asked, "Dear customer, do you want to take it away and eat it, or go to the store to eat?" ”

Dalip whispered, "I'll eat in the store, clean and hygienic, brothers! ”

"Okay!"

The third brother quickly opened a door, and Dalip took the cake and got inside.

About half an hour later, Dalip emerged from the dark room.

The bread in his hand was gone.

The grease that covered the bread was gone.

At the same time, Dalip had a large sheepskin bag in his hand.

After four or five hours of wandering around, Dalip got up and returned.

When he returned to the Imperial camp, the British guards stopped him, "Yo, Prince of India, what have you brought with you?" Must be checked! ”

The guard snatched the bag, it was quite heavy to start, and when he opened it, he saw that it was white sugar.

One of the guards laughed and said, "Haha, good sugar, Indian prince, let's make us afternoon tea a little bit!" ”

"No problem at all, gentlemen."

Dalip smiled humbly, "It's my honor to be able to share the food with you. ”

"Hey, you're a good talker, man!"

The guards smiled and prepared to divide the sugar.

However, just as they shook off the sugar bag, a dark green thing emerged from the white sugar pile.

"Blanch!"

"What is this?"

The guards shouted.

"It's zebu dung, I paid a lot of money to buy it, you know, as the pound depreciates, cow dung is getting more and more expensive......"

Dalip said enthusiastically: "You can try it, make tea with white sugar with cow dung, the taste will be more natural......

"Take it, take it, damn it!"

Amid the shouts and curses of the British, Dalip walked briskly into the camp with a bag of white sugar.

Soon, he was out of sight and headed for the depot where diesel and gasoline were stored.