The Metaphysical Little Beggar's Rebirth: I'm an Unlucky Star

Aunt Yuxiang stood anxiously at the door, her face full of worry.

Because of the instructions from the people inside the house, she could only stand at the door and could not step into the house.

At this time, Shu Wanwan and Dai Yan found another window, stopped, and looked inside through the window.

I saw the two petite girls being punished to kneel on the cold ground.

They raised their hands above their heads, palms facing upwards, as if awaiting the punishment that was about to come.

Ning Yuanbu held a ruler in his hand and walked slowly in front of the two poor little girls. His expression was serious and a bit majestic.

The corners of the two little girls' eyes were already filled with tears.

One of the girls' hands were swollen and red from being beaten, while the other girl had a look of heartache on her face.

"Father, this matter has nothing to do with my sister. It was my daughter who hid the ancient books."

The girl who was speaking had tears in her eyes. Looking at her suffering sister, crystal clear tears rolled down her cheeks.

However, surprisingly, the little girl whose hands were beaten red pouted stubbornly, her eyes were red and she was in unbearable pain, but she tried hard to hold back her tears.

At this moment, a servant hurried into the house, holding tightly in his hand an ancient book that had just been dug out from under the tree. The surface of the book was covered with dirt and dust.

Ning Yuanbu glanced at the ancient book in the servant's hand.

"Hmph!" Ning Yuanbu's face was as gloomy as water, and he pursed his lips as he let out a contemptuous snort.

His hawk-like eyes swept coldly over the two little girls kneeling on the ground in front of him, and then he snatched the ancient book exuding an ancient atmosphere from the servant's hand.

With the ancient book in hand, Ning Yuanbu never looked at the two people kneeling on the ground again, as if they were just insignificant ants.

He turned around and walked, his movements graceful and steady, slowly returning to the desk filled with pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Damn it!" Shu Wanwan clenched her fists tightly and looked at everything in front of her.

After rebirth, Shu Wanwan's temperament became much more stable.

She is usually calm and composed, but at this moment her eyes are filled with anger.

What if what you see before your eyes is not a memory of the past, but something that is really happening.

Then Shu Wanwan probably couldn't hold back her inner impulse any longer, rushed forward, and slapped the arrogant man hard in the face.

However, the reality is cruel, all this is just a thing of the past.

In stark contrast to Shu Wanwan, Dai Yan's face remained as calm as water, as if what was happening before her could not cause any emotional fluctuations in her.

"Well, now he has become the acting head of the Yuchi family."

Dai Yan spoke softly, her tone so flat that one could hardly feel any emotional ups and downs.

"What?" Hearing this, Shu Wanwan turned her head in surprise, staring at Dai Yan with surprise in her eyes.

Dai Yan slowly lowered her head, her voice as gentle as a breeze, "Ever since giving birth to my sister and me, mother's health has been deteriorating day by day."

"Before she even finished her confinement, she couldn't hold on any longer and passed away..."

Having said this, Dai Yan paused for a moment, and an unknown emotion flashed across her eyes.

"In fact, I have never seen my mother. Even the scene of her giving birth that we just saw was stolen from that man's memory."

Dai Yan raised her head slightly, her gaze fell on Ning Yuanbu, her eyes revealing endless complex emotions.

"He wasn't by my mother's side the day she died, so even if I stole it, I couldn't see her for the last time."

After hearing Dai Yan's words, Shu Wanwan felt only heartache.

Shu Wanwan looked up and saw Dai Yan's calm expression, which made her even sadder.

So how much has she been through to become so indifferent?

Dai Yan calmed down for a while before continuing.

"Ning Yuanbu discovered when my sister and I were born that neither my sister nor I inherited our mother's abilities."

"Without abilities, we have no way of becoming the saint who protects the world."

"And the Yuchi family has achieved its current status thanks to the protection of the Saint."

Having said this, Dai Yan turned her head.

Asked Shu Wanwan.

"Have you ever heard a word?"

Shu Wanwan looked at Dai Yan's eyes at this moment, but she couldn't understand it.

Because there seemed to be a smile in Dai Yan's eyes, Shu Wanwan didn't know what Dai Yan wanted to say next for a moment.

"What?" Shu Wanwan asked.

Dai Yan turned around and looked at the person in the study again.

After a while, he started to speak.

"When flowers bloom in pairs, twins are bound to have a stronger and weaker partner..."

The voice was like the sound of nature, but it also carried an indescribable sadness.

After hearing this, Shu Wanwan's heart tightened. She turned her head and looked at the pair of sisters who were still kneeling inside the room.

She wondered what the future fate of the twin sisters would be.

Who will become the strong one and who will become the weak one?

Shu Wanwan frowned and said nothing.

"When she was about four or five years old, my sister finally displayed the divine power inherited from the Saint's bloodline."

"Even if it's faint, the Yuchi family finally has hope again."

"But I didn't, so I became a waste in my father's eyes."

Dai Yan didn't continue speaking.

Shu Wanwan didn't ask any further questions.

The atmosphere fell into silence.

"Go out." After a long time, Ning Yuanbu in the room broke the silent atmosphere.

The two little girls stood up from the ground, obviously staggering and almost falling again.

Aunt Yuxiang hurried in and helped the two little girls stand up.

Then he held his elder sister's hand with his left hand and supported his younger sister's arm with his right hand and walked away in a hurry.

Shu Wanwan quietly watched the three figures walking away until they disappeared from her sight.

As they walked away, the scenery around Shu Wanwan and Dai Yan changed again.

Finally, everything stopped changing, and the scene was once again fixed in this familiar yet unfamiliar study.

The study at this moment has undergone obvious changes compared to before.

The original single layout was readjusted, and two brand new desks were placed at the entrance, neatly arranged.

On the desk are placed the four treasures of the study - pen, ink, paper and inkstone, exuding a faint scent of ink and books.

Looking further inside, you can see a more spacious and elegant desk.

If you look at it for a few more seconds, you will find that this is the desk that used to belong to Ning Yuanbu, but now it has changed its location.

The surrounding walls are neatly lined with a wide variety of ancient books.

They seem to carry the sediment of time, making the whole room even more antique.

Shu Wanwan and Dai Yan were still in front of the window. Looking inside, they could see two little girls sitting quietly in front of two desks near the door.

Compared with the past, they have now lost some of their childishness and are like newly blooming flowers.

Shu Wanwan looked carefully at the faces of the two girls and found that although there were certain differences between them, they were not very big changes.

Judging from their appearance, two or three years have passed quietly.

One of the quieter girls had a gentle smile on her face and looked at the girl next to her who was dozing off slightly.

She shook her head slightly, then continued to immerse herself in the book in her hands.

"Is this you?"

Shu Wanwan recognized at a glance that the person in the dream was Dai Yan.

"Ah."

A faint smile appeared on Dai Yan's lips, and she watched everything happening in front of her with interest.

Not long after, a soft and hurried sound of footsteps came slowly from outside the study.

The girl who was originally concentrating on reading a book suddenly became a little flustered.

She quickly put her fingers together, gathered a faint spiritual energy, and accurately struck the desk of the sleeping little girl.

Under the collision of spiritual power, the desk trembled slightly. The spiritual power was well controlled, so the vibration did not make a loud sound.

The sleeping girl was awakened by the sudden vibration and rubbed her newly opened eyes sleepily.

When she clearly heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, she suddenly panicked.

She stretched out her hands in a panic, tightly grasping the heavy book, trying to pretend that she was reading seriously.

However, things don't go as planned. The more anxious you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes.