Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 890 - 886: Joy

Ruan Hongzhuang had no idea about the secret of the wedding dress; at this moment, her mind was wandering elsewhere: Si Yuan went all out for his wedding, what would he do to surpass today when marrying Taozi in the future?

At this thought, her gaze instinctively drifted towards the front passenger seat.

Coincidentally, Taozi seemed to have sensed her gaze and turned her head just in time. Their eyes met mid-air, and Ruan Hongzhuang couldn’t help but cover her mouth and chuckle. Taozi, however, glared at her without any politeness — without a word, she’d already guessed what little thoughts were brewing in Ruan Hongzhuang’s mind.

The flock of birds in the sky still followed the convoy closely, without any extra movements, yet this scene of heavenly wonder had already attracted onlookers.

Many people held up their phones to shoot videos and post them on social media, quickly catching a wave of attention: experts hurried to explain bird migration habits while enthusiasts unlocked their imaginations, deciphering "auspicious omens," generating a bustling flow of traffic.

But all this hustle and bustle had nothing to do with Shen Siyuan inside the car at that moment. The convoy steadily stopped at the destination, and when Huang Yuntao got out, he instinctively glanced up at the flock of birds above, quietly muttering within: hopefully, they don’t suddenly swoop down.

Yet seeing Shen Siyuan at his side, that unease quietly dissipated by more than half.

Shen Siyuan helped Ruan Hongzhuang out of the car, looking at the swirling flock above his head, somewhat troubled — he needed to find a way to drive them away.

Such a grand commotion naturally stirred the people inside the house; they all flocked outside to the yard, even those who stayed inside poked their heads over the courtyard wall, curious to glimpse this rare sight.

Shen Siyuan scanned the crowd, instantly spotting Song Meixian and, next to her, a few unfamiliar middle-aged individuals — presumably his "big clients."

The age of these individuals was all above forty, dressed in impeccably tailored suits, exuding an aura of competence, evidently having prepared specifically for this wedding, giving it great importance.

At this moment, a crisp "oh～" sounded in his ear.

Shen Siyuan turned his head and saw Tang Tang being held in Mao Sanmei’s arms. At the sight of him, she stretched her little arms wanting to be hugged, squirming restlessly in her mother’s arms.

Mao Sanmei feared she might disrupt the wedding, hurriedly restraining her, softly placating.

Yet in the next second, Tang Tang suddenly furrowed her little brows, reaching up to touch her forehead — just now, something had fallen on it, cool and chilly.

She brought her little hand to her nose for a sniff, instantly displaying a dazed look.

Standing beside her, Zhong Xiaonan noticed and hurriedly took out a handkerchief, meticulously helping her wipe her forehead.

"han~"

Tang Tang first gave Zhong Xiaonan a silly smile, then abruptly looked up at the sky, pursing her little lips, and began to coo angrily, interjecting many unintelligible baby talk exclamations.

Her voice was crisp and loud, instantly silencing the previously lively scene as all eyes turned to her, filled with surprise.

Yet Tang Tang was completely oblivious, still extending her little finger, "scolding" the sky non-stop.

Mao Sanmei felt a wave of anxiety under everyone’s gaze, her face turning pale as she stood there helplessly.

Just then, the flock of birds in the sky seemed frightened, with a rustling sound, they scattered in all directions, disappearing in no time.

Shen Siyuan released Ruan Hongzhuang’s hand and went over to pick up Tang Tang.

The little one was still upset, pointing towards the sky, tearfully complaining to Shen Siyuan, then pointing to her own forehead.

Shen Siyuan didn’t quite catch her meaning at first, but fortunately, Zhong Xiaonan explained from the side: "A bird droppings just fell on her head."

Pfft, Shen Siyuan couldn’t help but burst into laughter, leaning in to sniff Tang Tang’s forehead gently, teasing her on purpose: "Hmm, smelly."

"Hmm～"

Tang Tang instantly wrinkled her little brows, humming to express her displeasure.

Shen Siyuan handed her back to Mao Sanmei, advising, "Take her back for a wash and change into the flower girl’s outfit."

Mao Sanmei was relieved to see he wasn’t angry, quickly nodded, and carried Tang Tang back inside.

"Oh～ oh..." Tang Tang lay on her mother’s shoulder, not forgetting to point at Shen Siyuan, seemingly complaining to Mao Sanmei: He said I’m stinky!

Shen Siyuan chuckled and nodded to the onlookers, turning back to Ruan Hongzhuang’s side, taking her hand and continuing to walk into the house.

Immediately afterward, a magical scene played out once more—just like at Ruan Hongzhuang’s home, the grass underfoot suddenly grew wildly, countless buds burst through the lush grass, and in the blink of an eye, the once verdant lawn turned into a vibrant, colorful flower field.

Before everyone could recover from their shock, swarms of butterflies seemed to appear out of nowhere, white, yellow, blue, red, black...

Fluttering around Ruan Hongzhuang, as if guiding her way.

"Wow..."

A chorus of exclamations arose on site, especially from the women, looking at the dreamlike scene in front of them with faces full of envy — it was just too magical, too romantic!

Having just walked into the yard, Mao Sanmei, holding Tang Tang, was also stunned by the sight, her steps pausing.

Tang Tang, however, was so excited she "cooed," struggling to descend from her mom’s arms.

Mao Sanmei didn’t dare release her, but Tang Tang eagerly looked in Ruan Hongzhuang’s direction, even extending her little hand in a wave.

"Oh～" As a tender call fell, the butterflies circling Ruan Hongzhuang seemed to receive an order, with a rustle, they all flew towards Tang Tang.

"han~"

Tang Tang let out a happy giggle, her laughter crisp and healing, warming the hearts of everyone present, even making the usually stern-faced people can’t help but slightly curl their lips upward.

"Looks like Tang Tang stole the show."

Taozi leaned over to Ruan Hongzhuang’s ear, teasing quietly, with a hint of jealousy in her tone, clear even through the bridal veil.

"What, are you envious?" Ruan Hongzhuang replied quietly as well.

"What’s there to be envious about for me..."

Taozi stubbornly said, her bit of lip service couldn’t be more apparent.

Ruan Hongzhuang didn’t argue further — today was her wedding, she only wished to smoothly complete the ceremony and officially become Shen Siyuan’s wife.

On another note, Mao Sanmei, coming to her senses, hurriedly held Tang Tang and walked toward the house, but the butterflies persistently followed.

At this moment, a crisp voice came from inside the house: "Tang Tang, you’re amazing! Let me play with the butterflies!"

It was Dou Dou who ran out, eyes shining at the butterflies surrounding Tang Tang, rushing over excitedly.

At the sight of Dou Dou, Tang Tang’s eyes instantly widened, waving her little hand — the butterflies that had been surrounding her scattered "whoosh" in an instant.

Dou Dou: (#￣～￣#)

Tang Tang: han~ (triumphant smile)

"Don’t get cocky! I saw it earlier, you got hit by bird poop on your forehead!"

Dou Dou said angrily with hands on her hips, pointing to her own forehead too, fearing Tang Tang wouldn’t understand.

Unexpectedly, Tang Tang really did understand.

She immediately struggled to get down from Mao Sanmei’s arms, and this time Mao Sanmei didn’t restrain her, gently placing her on the ground.

The little one, as soon as her feet touched the ground, dashed toward Dou Dou, who turned and ran inside, while Tang Tang, with her short legs, galloped behind, making the onlookers laugh.

But Dou Dou’s appearance sparked some curiosity among those who followed the convoy here — they’d seen this little girl at Ruan Hongzhuang’s home before, so how did she get here first, ahead of the convoy?