Lu Zhaoning had just crossed over to become the legitimate daughter of the Hou Mansion, and before she had time to enjoy the glory and wealth, she was granted a marriage by the emperor to the prince.
On the day she married into the Crown Prince's Mansion, the whole capital was laughing.
He laughed at her as a vulgar girl who raised a dog, and she was so superior to the cold and noble prince.
Prince Xie Yan also thought so.
On the wedding night, he stood three feet away and told her in a calm tone that they should live their own lives.
Lu Zhaoning nodded, turned around and moved into the side courtyard with her dog.
Three years later, Lu Zhaoning used her dog training skills to make her\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\"Dog Team\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" The government rented her dogs to solve crimes, merchants rented her dogs to keep vigil, and even the palace rented dogs for search and rescue operations.
Everyone said that the Crown Prince's wife was very capable, but Lu Zhaoning just smiled and went out early and came back late as usual.
Xie Yan never asked her where she was going, and she never took the initiative to appear in front of him.
The husband and wife have been together for three years, and they can count the number of times they have met on one hand. Even the servants in the mansion have almost forgotten that there is a prince's wife living in this house.
Until that day, when Xie Yan returned home early, he happened to hear Lu Zhaoning's voice coming from inside the courtyard when he was passing by it. He was smiling softly and in a tone he had never heard before:
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Xie Yan paused.
Then there was another sound: \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"Inkstone, inkstone, go to the left Come on... Be good, don't move, let me comb you. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"
Xie Yan's face turned livid and he kicked open the courtyard door.
Lu Zhaoning was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, with a big black dog lying on her knees, snorting in comfort. The comb in her hand was still on the dog's back.
There is a small wooden sign hanging around the dog's neck, with two words engraved on it -
Xie Yan.
Intention: To establish oneself with skills and not give in to women