BDSMST -Chapter 54 The Manure Assault — Drenching Them in “Blessings”

Jiang Suisui’s voice was cool, yet carried undeniable weight.

“Apologize.”

The two words were neither loud nor harsh, yet they fell like stones into the deathly silent courtyard.

Madam Li’s carefully maintained face turned mottled green and white. Her lips trembled, but no words emerged. Apologize? For the dignified Marchioness of Anyuan to apologize to a merchant’s daughter and a group of juniors? That humiliation would be worse than being slapped in public.

Madam Wang had gone pale with fright, twisting her handkerchief nearly to shreds as she cast pleading glances at Madam Li.

“What? Unwilling?” Gu Xuan stepped forward again. Though small in stature, the shadow he cast made Madam Wang feel suffocated. “It seems the faces of the capital’s noble ladies are thicker than our estate walls.”

“You… you insolent child!” Madam Li finally found her voice, shrill and strained. “Gu Xuan, don’t forget your status! Defying elders for the sake of an outsider—”

“She is not an outsider,” Gu Xuan cut her off, his voice icy. “She is my mother. Today, you came into my home and insulted my mother in front of me. You may call it elders giving guidance. I call it malicious provocation.”

He turned to Wei Ziqian and Qian Duoduo. Their eyes met briefly—yet in that instant, a silent agreement was reached.

Wei Ziqian’s lips curved into a mischievous grin. He stepped back and whispered rapidly into Qian Duoduo’s ear. The latter froze for a split second, then his eyes lit up as he nodded vigorously.

“Why waste words?” Wei Ziqian drawled lazily. “Some people’s mouths are filthy. They deserve something proper to wash them clean.”

As he spoke, he tilted his chin toward the compost pit in the corner of the yard—the one dug for fermenting fertilizer for the vegetable fields.

“Master Shen taught us: courtesy demands reciprocity. Since the ladies have brought us the ‘rules’ of the capital, we should naturally return some ‘blessings’ from the estate.”

Before the noblewomen could grasp his meaning, Qian Duoduo and two nimble youths had already dashed toward the compost pit.

Inside it, a mixture of livestock manure, rotting vegetable leaves, and ash had fermented into a thick, dark brown slurry, emitting a stench strong enough to make one dizzy.

“What… what are you doing?!” Madam Li’s voice wavered with dread.

Her answer came in the form of a large wooden bucket hoisted up by the boys. It was brimming with viscous, foul-smelling liquid.

“Madam Jiang!” Madam Li shrieked, abandoning all decorum. “Control your son! And these wild brats! If they dare—ah!”

Her words were cut short by a sharp scream.

Wei Ziqian struck first. Somehow he had acquired a long-handled ladle. Scooping a full measure, he swung his arm in one smooth motion. A perfect brown arc sliced through the courtyard air.

Its target: Madam Li.

Splash.

With a thick, sticky sound, the contents poured straight down from the top of her head. Her meticulously arranged hair—adorned with pearls and jade—was instantly plastered in a heavy coating of dripping “fertilizer.” Brownish liquid ran down her powdered face, carving grotesque streaks through layers of makeup before soaking into her luxurious embroidered jacket.

Time seemed to stop.

Everyone froze.

Chunxing’s mouth hung open. Shen Qinghe pressed a hand to his forehead. Even Jiang Suisui looked mildly surprised at the boys’ swift execution.

The noblewomen’s maids stood stunned, too terrified to move.

One second. Two seconds.

“AHHHHH—!!!”

A scream sharp enough to pierce ears erupted from Madam Li’s throat. She clawed at the filth on her face, only smearing it further. The overpowering stench made her gag.

That scream was the signal.

“Let the others have a taste!” Gu Xuan commanded, eyes blazing.

The boys’ enthusiasm ignited completely.

They had long been fed up with these sharp-tongued women.

“Madam Wang, didn’t you say our snacks were crude? Try this! The finest ‘Eight-Treasure Platter’ from our estate!” Li Rui shouted, flinging a ladleful squarely onto Madam Wang’s chest.

“Madam Zhang, you said we smelled? Let’s all share the fragrance!”

Chaos erupted.

Ladles flew. Buckets tipped. The boys moved with practiced ease and perfect coordination, displaying the very skills they’d honed hauling compost and fertilizing fields. They aimed precisely at ornate robes and elaborate hairstyles, each splash accurate and merciless.

Soon the courtyard was a cacophony of shrieks, sobbing, and the boys’ gleeful laughter—all mingling with the heavy “blessing” in the air.

The once pampered noblewomen, who rarely lifted a finger, had lost every shred of composure. They shrieked and scrambled like headless chickens, skirts smeared with muck, hair disheveled, faces and bodies streaked with foul clumps.

Even their maids were splattered, crying helplessly yet too frightened to intervene.

Jiang Suisui stood still, making no move to stop it.

She understood. This was the boys’ way of defending her—and defending the home they now shared.

At this moment, they were no marquis heirs or duke’s sons.

They were simply a pack of young wolves from Woniu Village—provoked, protective, and baring their teeth.

Gu Xuan did not personally throw anything. He merely stood beside Jiang Suisui, watching coldly.

Only after the final bucket had been emptied did he speak again, his voice calm yet cutting through the wails.

“Now… are you willing to apologize?”