"What?" Even Song Tingyun, whose mind was steady and whose composure was extraordinary, was stunned for a moment when he heard the news. "The wild goose is dead?"
The first ritual of a wedding procession was the Dian Yan ceremony. Only after the wedding geese had been delivered inside could the second procedure begin.
The wedding geese symbolized the harmonious playing of the qin and se, and a marriage lasting until both spouses' hair turned white. The wedding ceremony had not even begun, yet one of the geese had already died?
Even though Song Tingyun had not looked forward to this marriage, and no longer held particularly deep feelings for Cui Xiaoxin, this inauspicious start still cast a layer of dark clouds over his heart.
Could it be that today's wedding was destined to be anything but peaceful?
"Yes. We don't know why, but one of the wedding geese we brought died on the way," the steward said, bracing himself. To show how seriously the Song Family regarded this wedding procession, the person accompanying Song Tingyun this time was the Song Family's chief steward, Song Weidong. Aside from the old man who stayed beside the Old Immortal, Song Weidong was the first-ranking servant in control of the Song Family's inner household.
Song Weidong was renowned for his smooth, meticulous, and selfless handling of affairs. They had originally thought that with him by Song Tingyun's side, he could resolve anything in time and prevent any mishaps.
Who would have thought that Song Weidong had considered every detail, yet overlooked the two little birds?
"The problem is, with so many matters and so many tangled threads, who would have thought of that one little bird?"
The pair of little birds was hardly a major matter. The servants of the residence had prepared