*
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, only to realize her voice sounded wrong.
Her eyes glanced down.
The next second, a piercing squeal echoed from the pigpen—
A woman rushed in, muttering, "What's wrong? Did she give birth to the piglets?"
The world went dark for Zhu Yu Run.
Devoid of all will to live, she lay on the sow's soft belly.
Until a pair of small hands picked her up.
A childish laugh followed.
"This little pig is so cute!"
Zhu Yu Run's chubby little body trembled, and she struggled, squealing.
'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. Let's get rid of it."
It was like a bolt from the blue for Zhu Yu Run.
Her little trotters stopped moving.
