He lowered his head and saw a flash of red, the crimson garment catching his eye. This brilliant red attire was an ancient wedding dress.,Xiao Quan is a manager of a collection hall. He knows about ancient poetry, songs, food, housing, travel, and handicrafts like the back of his hand. At first glance, this garment seems to be Qin embroidery, which has been lost in modern times.,Now even the stable boy who fed the horses is gone, leaving only Xiao Quan and the dog in the kitchen.。
