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When Zhu Yu Run opened her eyes, she knew something was terribly wrong.
Her perfectly round eyes stared at the "behemoth" in front of her. Her thoughts lagged for a few seconds, her mind a complete blank.
She sniffled, only to find that her voice didn't sound right.
Her eyes glanced down.
The next second, a blood-curdling squeal echoed from the pigsty—
A woman rushed in, muttering, "What's going on? Did she give birth to the piglets?"
Zhu Yu Run's world went dark.
Utterly devoid of the will to live, she lay sprawled on the sow's soft belly.
Until she was picked up by a pair of small hands.
A childish laugh rang out.
"This little pig is so cute!"
Zhu Yu Run's chubby little body trembled, and she thrashed about, squealing.
'Let me go! How rude! The audacity! How dare you disrespect the Da Ming Princess!'
The woman said worriedly, "This piglet might be sick. We should get rid of it."
It was a bolt from the blue for Zhu Yu Run.
Her little trotters stopped moving.
