The Cold and Aloof Palace Master's Daily Demon-Slaying Life

Chapter 112 The Dragon Girl Ascends the Phoenix Terrace

My older sister is usually aloof, strong, and seems to be forever clear-headed and rational, like the distant moon in the sky. Although it shines gently on her, there is always an invisible layer of radiance between them.

But at this moment, with her eyes closed, the older sister shed all her sharpness and distance, leaving only pure, unguarded tranquility and gentleness.

Those slightly trembling long eyelashes, those naturally pursed lips, those relaxed shoulder and neck lines—all of these inexplicably reminded Xiaobai of those warm images of "mother".

Her heart skipped a beat for no reason, and a bittersweet feeling welled up inside her.

"What am I thinking?!" Xiaobai quickly shook her head to clear her mind of the strange thoughts, her face slightly flushed.

My sister is truly amazing; she's the most amazing and beautiful sister ever!

Forget about mothers and mothers —

But this older sister is so gentle, I want to keep looking at her forever.

She dared not look any longer, afraid that she would space out again. She quickly tiptoed out of the palace like a mouse stealing oil, and ran to her room to prepare for the "surprise".

The palace returned to silence, with only Zuo Qingqiu sitting quietly with her eyes closed, and the faint sweet aroma of pastries in the air.

After about a cup of tea's time, a very faint, almost imperceptible sound of footsteps approached.

The footsteps were very light, and seemed unusually "solemn" and "slow," unlike Xiaobai's usual light and bouncy manner.

Zuo Qingqiu felt a slight stirring in her heart, but did not open her eyes.

The footsteps stopped at the entrance of the palace, as if the person had taken a deep breath before continuing to enter.

Zuo Qingqiu heard a faint rustling sound of fabric rubbing together, a sound that was much heavier and more complex than the simple dresses Xiaobai usually wore.

And then there's the extremely faint, crisp sound of metal or jade gently tapping together, but it's being deliberately suppressed by some force, making it sound muffled.

Her curiosity grew even stronger.

Finally, the footsteps stopped about three steps in front of her.

A voice, tinged with obvious nervousness and trying to imitate a certain tone, yet made all the more soft and sweet by its own youthful innocence, gently rang out: "Husband—Husband—"

"Pfft—"

Zuo Qingqiu almost couldn't hold back and nearly burst out laughing.

Fortunately, her Dao heart was firm, and she managed to suppress the smile, though her lips twitched slightly uncontrollably.

She slowly opened her eyes.

The sight that came into view made her pause for a moment, even though she was mentally prepared.

In the center of the palace stood a tiny figure, dressed in a bright red wedding gown embroidered with intricate golden curved birds and lotus blossoms!

The wedding dress was clearly a scaled-down, custom-made version, fitting perfectly and clinging tightly to the little girl's still-developing, slender figure.

The wide sleeves, the floor-length skirt, the exquisite stand-up collar, and the gorgeous tassel sash tied at the waist all clearly indicate that this is a formal wedding dress for women.

The fabric was made of the finest silk brocade, which shimmered with a warm luster under the light, and the gold thread embroidery sparkled.

And the one wearing this wedding dress is naturally Xiaobai.

She even cast a spell to "better match" the wedding dress.

The white dragon horns that were usually mischievously raised and the restless white dragon tail had disappeared and were perfectly hidden.

Even her signature long, silvery-white hair, which flowed like moonlight, was temporarily dyed as black as ink by magic and styled into a slightly complicated bun adorned with many gold ornaments.

Those gold phoenix hairpins, hair ornaments, pearl flowers, and other exquisitely crafted items were clearly very valuable and shone brightly under the lamplight.

The hair ornaments with tassels that should have made a pleasant sound as she walked were now hanging quietly. It was clear that Xiaobai had used magic to temporarily fix them in place so that they wouldn't make a sound when she walked, giving her sister a "complete" surprise.

At this moment, Xiaobai was bowing her head slightly, her hands nervously clasped in front of her, trying her best to imitate the shyness and dignity of a mortal woman on her wedding day.

A little girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a face still bearing the innocence of a child, stood there, dressed in a magnificent wedding gown that should have belonged to an adult woman, her head adorned with jewels, putting all her effort into playing the role of "bride."

This scene was truly shocking.

Zuo Qingqiu exerted a great deal of effort to maintain a calm expression on her face and prevent her smile from spreading.

The main problem is that the scene before my eyes is so different from Xiaobai's usual carefree and mischievous appearance, the contrast is too strong.

Moreover, when she called out "husband" in a clear and childish voice, there was no trace of a bride's tenderness or shy anticipation. Instead, she seemed more like an innocent child playing house, trying to play a role she had read about in a storybook but didn't quite understand.

It's incredibly cute, but also—it's truly hilarious.

"Xiao Bai," Zuo Qingqiu cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound normal, and asked with a hint of doubt, "Where did you get this outfit—from?"

She knows her little dragon very well.

Needlework and embroidery? I don't know anything about that.

It would be difficult enough for her to thread a needle, let alone make such an intricate and exquisite wedding dress and headdress.

This is definitely not something a novice could create on their own.

Sure enough, upon hearing her sister's question, Xiaobai's carefully maintained "shy bride" demeanor immediately crumbled.

"Hehe," she scratched the back of her head and laughed shyly, "It was Eleventh Sister who made my wedding dress!"

Eleventh Sister's needlework is amazing! I told her I wanted the most beautiful and formal wedding dress, and she used the fine silk brocade and gold thread from the storeroom to make it in just a few days! She even taught me how to wear it!

Eleventh Sister, the soul slave in the Hundred Beauties Painting who was skilled in needlework and gentle in nature in her previous life. Even as a soul, she has not lost her superb skills and patience. With some basic object manipulation magic, making exquisite clothes is not difficult for her.

"And what about these gold ornaments?" Zuo Qingqiu pointed to the exquisite hairpins and ornaments on her head.

"These!" Little White's eyes lit up even more. "These are gold ore I found in my 'treasure trove'! There were originally several large, sparkling gold stones! I took them to Fire Lotus Peak to find my senior sister who often treats me to delicious food, and asked her to help me melt them down and forge them into these hairpins and hair ornaments according to the designs drawn by Eleventh Sister! My senior sister is so amazing; she finished them in no time and even praised the quality of my gold!"

The disciples of Fire Lotus Peak mostly practice fire-based techniques, and many of them are skilled in weapon crafting and forging.

Forging magical artifacts with complex functions and restrictions may be difficult, but simply melting and shaping gold into beautiful jewelry is indeed a piece of cake for them.

After explaining the origin, Xiaobai suddenly seemed to remember something, exclaimed "Oh dear!" and stomped her foot in annoyance: "I almost forgot! Ninth Sister told me that the bride has to wait for her husband to lift the veil before she can call him 'husband'! I called him too early! It doesn't count!"