Fox Demon Cultivation Manual [ BL ]

Chapter 52

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There was not that much dust on the chest. Obviously, it had not been placed there for long. It did not take Song Ci that much effort to lift the chest from beneath the bed planks. 　　

Lowering his head to look at the chest, Song Ci reorganized his thoughts. 

Wen Changchu said that the object of the promise Feng Zhuojun had fulfilled was hidden in the chamber.

Jiang Liang said that Feng Zhuojun had once promised to make him a wedding robe made of blood silk.

Song Ci did not know what blood silk was, but he could tell from the name that it should be silk the color of blood. This thing was clearly precious, otherwise, Eldest Young Master Feng would not have made a promise with this. 

With these threads strung together, Song Ci recalled the second scene he had seen from Mirror Old Man. In the mirror, he was wearing a blood-red wedding outfit. That pretty color was something he had never seen before. Perhaps, that was the wedding outfit made out of blood silk. 

The existence of a blood silk wedding robe meant that Feng Zhuojun had honored his promise. If that was the case, then the object in this big chest was very likely—

Song Ci lifted the lid of the chest, and a red wedding attire glimmering with golden light appeared in his sight.

“This is…” Jiang Liang blurted out in shock. 

Song Ci leaned over to touch the wedding robe. The outfit was cool to the touch as if it had remained untouched for a very long time. It felt as smooth as quality precious jade, but it was softer and lighter than cotton. Like passing through the passage of time, he slowly picked up the attire. His eyes dimmed as he whispered, “Jiang Liang, look. It’s a wedding dress.”

Jiang Liang suddenly fell silent. He was so quiet that Song Ci felt uneasy.

“Jiang Liang…” He called out tentatively. 

“It’s truly beautiful.” Jiang Liang uttered a low voice, as if he was praising it with a smile. He said, “Little Young Master, can you do me a favor?”

Song Ci said, “Tell me.”

“I have long been burned to death in the fire. All that remains of me now is my soul. There’s no way I can wear this blood silk wedding dress. Could you put it on and let me experience it?” Jiang Liang’s voice was neutral without any emotional inflections. However, that still could not put Song Ci at ease.

Song Ci nodded and agreed. “Alright.” 

Then he swiftly stripped off all of his soaked clothes and found the inner garment1 Feng Zhuojun had placed in the wardrobe. After wearing them, he rubbed his hands, then carefully began to put on the wedding outfit that was as beautiful as a fairy’s dress.

Perhaps in consideration of the fact that the person wearing it was to be Jiang Liang, this attire was not as complex and intricate as the usual gown for a lady. On the contrary, it was more like a man’s attire. 

Song Ci patiently put on the outfit layer by layer. After securing the waist sash, he finally draped the sheer outer robe over himself. There were indistinct golden threads embroidered in the blood-red fabric. That was why he could see the outfit glittering in gold under the dim light earlier. 

Leaving aside the silk, just the workmanship of the embroidery alone was rare in the world. Even saying that this attire was unrivaled in the world would not be an overstatement.

It took Song Ci a lot of effort to dress himself. After he was done donning it, he waved those light sleeves. It was as if that beautiful color had lit up the entire dimmed room. Its beauty was simply peerless set against Song Ci’s exquisite appearance.