BDSMST -Chapter 103 The Whole Family Mobilizes—Heading to the Fields

At the height of his power, Gu Yan, Marquis of Yongning, resigned his post and withdrew from court—all for his wife.

The news hit the capital like a massive stone thrown into a calm lake, sending ripples everywhere.

In teahouses and taverns, on streets and alleys, everyone talked about it.

Some called him foolish, giving up such a brilliant future, a fool blind to the times.

Others called him devoted, a rare man in the world whose love was worth more than any fortune.

As for the noblewomen of the capital, whenever Jiang Suisui’s name came up, their eyes brimmed with a jealousy they could not hide. Which husband in the city wouldn’t claw his way upward for power and status? Who would ever give all that up for a woman?

For a moment, Jiang Suisui’s reputation among the capital’s ladies reached an unprecedented peak.

Yet at the center of all the gossip—the Yongning Marquisate—there was only joy and excitement.

When Gu Yan announced that the Emperor had approved his resignation and that the family could return to Woniu Village, the happiest people were not Jiang Suisui, but the old Marquis and Marchioness.

This elderly couple had spent several months in the capital, feeling utterly out of place.

The old Marquis complained that the wine in the city could not compare to his own brewed back at the estate, while the Marchioness grumbled that the city’s vegetables were no match for her own fresh produce. Both had been longing to return home for a while.

“Good! Wonderful!” the old Marquis slapped his thigh, his beard curling with excitement. “I can’t stay one more day in this blasted capital! The estate is so much more comfortable! Let’s go! Let’s go immediately!”

The Marchioness, smiling from ear to ear, took Jiang Suisui’s hand and gushed, “You, Suisui, are truly blessed and capable! You’ve even managed to open Yan’er’s eyes, that blockhead! Good, we’re going home. I’ll raise the fattest chickens for you and stew soup every day!”

Gu Xuan was so overjoyed he was somersaulting around the room.

“This is perfect! I can go back to play with Huzi and the others! I want to see my little lamb! I wonder if it’s grown yet!”

Watching her family’s happiness, Jiang Suisui felt a warm, tender feeling filling her heart.

She knew she had made the right decision.

Thus began a grand-scale move at the Yongning Marquisate.

Unlike ordinary households, the items to be moved here were unique.

Gold, silver, jewels, and silk were mostly converted into silver notes; Jiang Suisui only kept a few select pieces.

The seeds of various crops from Woniu Village, cultivation plans, and experimental records were treated as treasures by her, packed personally into several large boxes.

Gu Yan organized his military books and weapons.

The old Marquis oversaw the servants, carefully sealing jars of precious medicinal wine.

The Marchioness checked her manuals for raising chickens and ducks.

The entire mansion buzzed with excitement, as if preparing for a spring outing.

The imperial attendants sent by the Emperor watched this “unorthodox” noble family in bewilderment.

Giving up the capital’s glory to become a simple “country squire”?

Had the Yongning Marquis family lost their minds?

Only Uncle Fu, who had followed Jiang Suisui from the start, laughed endlessly at it all.

He knew his mistress and the Marquis had found the life they truly desired.

Half a month later, everything was ready.

On a bright morning, a long convoy left the Yongning Marquisate, slowly making its way toward the city gates.

Few had come to see them off.

Aside from a few genuinely friendly colleagues, there were attendants sent by the Crown Princess, and Xie Zi’an, dressed in his new Hanlin Academy official robe.

“Marquis, Madam, take care on your journey,” Xie Zi’an bowed deeply to the carriage. “When I have a day off, I shall visit your estate.”

“You must also take care,” Jiang Suisui replied, lifting the curtain. “The politics in the capital are complicated—observe much, listen more, speak little.”

“Understood,” he nodded.

The convoy began moving.

Jiang Suisui looked back, taking a final glance at the tall, imposing city walls.

This city had brought her both endless humiliation and supreme honor.

Now, she was leaving it behind completely.

No trace of attachment remained in her heart—only relief and lightness.

She lowered the curtain and turned to meet Gu Yan’s smiling eyes.

Gu Xuan sat between them, holding a jar of sugar figurines he had bought in the capital, happily munching away.

“Father, Mother, we’re going home!” the little boy shouted, his words clumsy but full of joy.

Gu Yan pulled Jiang Suisui close, holding her hand.

“Yes, we’re going home,” he murmured.

The carriage passed through the city gates, with vast fields stretching on either side of the road.

Autumn sunlight bathed them in warmth.

The air carried the familiar scent of earth and crops.

Leaning on Gu Yan’s shoulder, Jiang Suisui watched the scenery rush past the window, a long-missed, heartfelt smile lighting her face.

The pastoral kingdom she had built with her own hands awaited her return.

And this time, she was not alone.