“Madam, the city lord says you must take the young miss and leave at once. The city is about to fall.” A maid hurriedly tried to lead the frail beauty, who had just given birth, out of the city.
Mu Rong Ruoxue had barely gotten a good look at her mother when she heard that the city was about to fall.
“What? The city is about to fall? I was just born! Woe is me!” Mu Rong Ruoxue wailed in her mother's arms. Other people transmigrated into books or transmigrated to another world and were just fine. How had she become cannon fodder the moment she was born? The kind that would leave not even a speck of ash behind. She was so tiny, how much ash could be left after she was burned? No! Couldn't they at least let her survive until the ending? A happy ending where everyone lived happily ever after would be so much better! Oh, no, the sky is falling. Fine, fine, she'll accept her fate. Maybe she'll go back after she dies. She had barely closed her eyes when cheers rang out from the city. Reinforcements had arrived, and the city was saved. Did it have to be such a roller coaster? One second she was cannon fodder, and the next she was alive again. Her poor little heart couldn't take this!
