*
When Zhu Yu Run opened her eyes, she 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, only to realize her own voice sounded strange.
Her eyes glanced down.
The next second, a piercing squeal echoed from the pigpen—
A woman rushed in, muttering, "What's going on? Did the sow give birth?"
Zhu Yu Run's world went dark.
Utterly dejected, she lay listlessly on the sow's soft belly.
Until a pair of small hands picked her up.
A childish giggle followed.
"This little pig is so cute!"
Zhu Yu Run's chubby little body trembled as she writhed 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. We should throw it out."
Zhu Yu Run was struck as if by a bolt from the blue.
Her little trotters stopped moving.
