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.,"Could you please sleep over there a little You're blocking me from working, Uncle." At this moment, a young stablehand carrying a feed bucket impatiently asked.,Xiao Quan's brows furrowed. Clearly, being thrown next to horse manure was a stark contrast to the splendor of the red lanterns and candles, yet here it was.。