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When Zhu Yu Run opened her eyes, she knew something was terribly wrong.
Her round eyes stared at the "behemoth" in front of her. Her thoughts lagged for a few seconds, her mind a complete blank.
She sniffled, but found that her voice sounded strange.
Her eyes glanced down.
The next second, a bloodcurdling squeal echoed from the pigpen—
A woman rushed in, muttering, "What's wrong? Did she give birth to the piglets?"
Darkness clouded Zhu Yu Run's vision.
She lay listlessly on the sow's soft belly, having lost all will to live.
Until she was picked up by a pair of small hands.
Along with a childish giggle.
"This little pig is so cute!"
Zhu Yu Run's chubby little body trembled as she writhed and shrieked.
'Let me go! How rude! The audacity! How dare you show such disrespect to the Da Ming Princess!'
The woman said worriedly, "This piglet might be sick. We should throw it away."
It was a bolt from the blue for Zhu Yu Run.
Her little trotters stopped moving.
