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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 slowed 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 blood-curdling squeal echoed from the pigpen—
A woman rushed in, muttering, "What's going on? Did she give birth to the piglets?"
Zhu Yu Run's world went dark.
Utterly dejected, she flopped onto 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 twisted and squealed.
'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 throw it out."
For Zhu Yu Run, it was a bolt from the blue.
Her little trotters stopped moving.
