[Lin Ao, you should really see Beitang Yaori like that, it's... it's making me laugh to death! Hahaha...]

[ hehe……]

Lin Ao just chuckled for a while. Although this devil's plan was very successful, Lin Ao was not very happy in his heart.

It was a small revenge for her mother, Lin Nuanxi, to Beitang Yaori, but the feeling of missing her mother made Lin Ao unhappy.

I haven't seen my mother for five years, and I don't know where she is now, whether she is doing well, or whether she has ever thought about him and Lin Jue.

Every time he heard the sensitive "Mom" in his ears and saw his peers happily acting coquettishly around their parents, Lin Ao would have a faint sad expression on his face.

Lin Yechen and Lin Yeqian gave a lot of love to Lin Ao and Lin Jue. However, the deep blood relationship and family affection cannot be replaced by anything.

The photo on the phone was changed to the photo that Lin Ao secretly took in Lin Yechen's office.

Where is that smiling woman painting quietly in the photo...

Mom, where are you...

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India, New Delhi.

The Agra Fort Crystal Palace under the moonlight on the banks of the Yamuna River.

On the castle stands a small tower carved from fine white marble, inlaid with gold, diamonds and precious stones, shining brightly under the moonlight, sparkling with dreamy beauty.

On the castle, there is a quiet figure on the beautiful pavilion.

The beautiful sapphire blue silk sari wrapped her soft and exquisite figure, hanging from the shoulders, extending to the tail, covering the bare feet, and the whole body was as gentle as the caress of pure silk.

The cool night breeze blows by, and the silk saree behind the shoulders flows elegantly in the wind, and the soft waist, half covered and half exposed, looks graceful and graceful.

The faintly tall figure, surrounded by a sari, is elegant and luxurious, elegant but not solemn.

The look and appearance are breathtaking!

Her long and smooth hair blew in the wind. She raised her hand to straighten her hair and put it behind her ears. The strings of exquisite gold bracelets on her wrists reflected the stars of the moonlight.

[Princess Vidya, Major Samar Anand is back.]

Kajol, the princess's personal maid, was behind her and called softly.

Vidya lowered her beautiful amber eyes.

[Let him come in.] With a feminine yet noble tone, Vidya spoke slowly.

Samar Anand, wearing a neat light green military uniform, walked steadily to the attic of the pavilion.

When he saw the princess in a beautiful sapphire blue saree under the moonlight, there was a faint smile on her handsome face.

Five years ago, she was modest and gentle. Five years later, she was cool and noble.

Putting his hands together, Samar Anand bowed respectfully to Vidya.

[Princess Vidya.]

[…]

[Sorry to keep you waiting for a long time.]

Vidya smiled lightly: [Nothing.]

Samar smiled lightly, walked to Vidya and held her hand.

[Can I ask you to dance, my princess.]

Vidya's smile deepened slightly.

Under the moonlight, beautiful saris dance slowly on the attic pavilion.

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India is a country of singing and dancing. Both men and women, old and young, like to use dance songs to express various emotions. I don’t know if the emperor can dance to court love. I look forward to the scene. Palace group number: 185994030, stepping stone to any role in the palace. ps: Sari
Chapter completed!