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When Zhu Yu Run opened her eyes, she knew something was terribly wrong.
Her big, 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 realized her voice didn't sound right.
She glanced down.
The next second, a blood-curdling squeal echoed from the pigpen—
A woman ran in hastily, muttering, "What's going on? Did she give birth to piglets?"
Zhu Yu Run's world went black.
Utterly devoid of the will to live, she lay sprawled on the sow's soft belly.
Until a pair of small hands picked her up.
It was accompanied by the sound of a child's laughter.
"This little pig is so cute!"
Zhu Yu Run's chubby little body trembled. She squirmed and squealed.
'Let go of me! How rude! The audacity! How dare you disrespect the Da Ming Princess!'
The woman said worriedly, "This piglet might be sick. Let's throw it out."
The words struck Zhu Yu Run like a bolt from the blue.
