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Zhu Yu Run opened her eyes and knew something was terribly wrong.
Her round little 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.
Her eyes glanced down.
The next second, a bloodcurdling squeal echoed from the pigpen—
A woman rushed in, muttering to herself, "What's wrong? Did she give birth to the piglets?"
Zhu Yu Run's world went dark.
Overcome with despair, she lay listlessly on the mother 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 as she writhed and squealed.
'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 out."
It was a bolt from the blue for Zhu Yu Run.
Her little trotters stopped moving.
