章節 1152: Your Sis Isn't a Legend

It was noon, and the sun in South Asia was like an orange cake in the hot sky.

The pure white circular roof of the Taj Mahal was very eye-catching from a distance.

Gu Nianzhi narrowed her eyes as she gazed at it, and she marveled over the fact that she had actually arrived there before Speaker Long.

For India, the Taj Mahal was extremely famous.

It was more than two hundred kilometers away from New Delhi and located in the city of Agra. The Yamuna River flowed on its right side, and the streaming water nourished the Taj Mahal.

The tall white palace, the quaint bell tower, four white minarets, and a rectangular pool were in front of the mausoleum. It sat on a four-story white marble base. It appeared elegant, solemn, and indeed had the architectural style of an Indian emperor's favorite concubine.