Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

Inside Xiaoxiang Pavilion, by the window.

A young girl put down the book in her hand and stared blankly at the pale blue light screen that had appeared out of nowhere in front of her.

She was about thirteen or fourteen years old, not yet fully grown, but one could already see her future stunning beauty.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her eyes like autumn waters rippling across the surface, her skin was as smooth and lustrous as jade, and her features were so exquisite that they resembled a portrait of a lady meticulously drawn by a painter.

She wore a light blue long dress, with a moon-white jacket over it. Her jet-black hair was loosely tied up with a single jade hairpin, with a few strands falling beside her ears, adding to her delicate and frail beauty.

Lin Daiyu.

Or rather, Ye Chen, who transmigrated into Lin Daiyu's body.

She stared at the message sent by "Nalan Yanran" on the screen, her pupils trembled slightly, and a tsunami surged in her mind.

What is that?

Countless versions of myself traveled through time simultaneously?

Some became witches, some became the young master of the Yunlan Sect, and some... became her?

Ye Chen...

No, Lin Daiyu looked down at her own body.

Slender arms, fair fingers, slightly protruding chest, and toes that can be seen when you look down.

No, it's not that she's flat-chested, it's that her body is too thin!

Although you can see your toes just by looking down, that's not the point.

The important thing is, she really is a woman!

In her past life, she was a man. In this life, she transmigrated into the world of Dream of the Red Chamber and became Lin Daiyu, the Lin Daiyu who was described as "as beautiful as a flower reflected in water when at rest, and as delicate as a willow swaying in the breeze when moving."

Lin Daiyu, who cried at the drop of a hat, coughed up blood at the drop of a hat, and finally died with resentment on the night of Jia Baoyu and Xue Baochai's wedding.

Lin Daiyu took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

Over the past few days, she has recovered somewhat from her initial breakdown and begun to accept the reality.

But now, someone suddenly tells her that countless versions of herself have also transmigrated at the same time, and they have all become women?

"Could it be that I committed some terrible sin in my past life that I was reincarnated as a woman in this life..."

Ye Chen murmured to himself, his voice soft and weak, with the delicate, almost faint tone characteristic of Lin Daiyu.

"Heavens above, earth below!!"

She looked up at the carved beams above her head, her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, her eyes filled with grief and indignation.

[Nalan Yanran: Sister Daiyu, are you still there?]

Another message popped up on the screen.

Lin Daiyu's lips twitched slightly as she looked at the title "younger sister".

She took a deep breath and tapped her fingers on the virtual keyboard, but the words she typed still had the refined, literary tone of Lin Daiyu.

There's no way around it; this body's speaking habits are ingrained in its very being and can't be changed.

[Lin Daiyu: I'm here, but I was so shocked by your news that I don't know what to say for a moment~~]

[You mean, you were me before you transmigrated, originally a man, but... but you transmigrated into this form?]

[Nalan Yanran: Uh, if you put it that way, you're not wrong.]

【But you don't need to be too sad, because Wanwan and I are girls too, we're all the same!】

Ye Chen looked at the message and his brows relaxed slightly.

Oh right, she wasn't the only one who was unlucky.

Thinking about it that way, I felt a little better.

Just as she was about to reply, another message popped up.

[Nalan Yanran: Actually... there's one exception.]

Lin Daiyu's fingers paused.

[Lin Daiyu: Who?]

[Nalan Yanran: Group Owner!]

He was also Ye Chen, also a transmigrator, but he transmigrated to the world of "Covering the Sky" and became Ye Fan's younger brother.

Yes... he's a man.

[Nalan Yanran: A real man!]

Ye Chen stared at the three "real men" and remained silent.

Her smoky eyebrows furrowed tightly again, and the resentment between them was so thick that it couldn't be dispelled, like a dark cloud pressing down on her brow, ready to unleash a storm at any moment.

On what grounds?

Why is it that everyone else is Ye Chen, but that guy gets to dress up as a man and has a Heavenly Emperor brother to hug?

And she would have to stay in the Rongguo Mansion, facing those hypocritical relatives every day, and drink those bitter medicines.

We still have to live cautiously, for fear that one day the plot will get out of control and we'll end up killing ourselves.

unfair.

So unfair!

Lin Daiyu bit her lip, preparing to type out her pent-up resentment.

Suddenly, a crisp notification sound rang in my mind.

[“Wanwan the Witch” has joined the group chat!]

[Wanwan the Witch: @Nalan Yanran, you bastard, can't you talk things out properly? Don't abuse the @ tag.]

Ye Chen stared at the message for a moment, stunned.

You dog?

This one named Wanwan... the other one seems to have a bad temper?

[Nalan Yanran: What's wrong with me tagging you? There are only a few people in the group, who else should I tag? The group admin? You know he likes to play dead!]

[Wanwan the Witch: You still have the nerve to talk back!]

Do you know what I was just doing?

[I am amidst a vast army, wielding a watermelon knife, fighting my way from one end to the other, and then back again.]

[Your tag almost got me stabbed in the back!]

[Nalan Yanran: Is it that serious???]

Uh, what's the situation on your end?

[Wanwan the Witch: It's nothing serious. Some clueless general came to ambush me with over a thousand soldiers, but I chased them away.]

【You didn't see it! Those armored soldiers were arrayed in formation, a forest of swords and spears, impenetrable. I, dressed in white as snow, barefoot on the bluestone path, could kill ten men with a single step, leaving no trace for a thousand miles!】

[Nalan Yanran: Wait, wait, wait! Didn't you just say you were going to get stabbed in the back? How did it turn into you killing ten people in one step and leaving no trace for a thousand miles?]

[Wanwan the Witch: ...Shut up, don't worry about these details.]

[Nalan Yanran: So, did you kill someone, or did someone stab you?]

[Wanwan the Witch: Nalan Yanran, undermining me is undermining yourself, do you understand?]

Lin Daiyu couldn't help but laugh as she watched the conversation between the two on the screen.

The laughter was soft, like the tinkling of a wind chime, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

She quickly covered her mouth and glanced towards the door.

Zijuan was still brewing tea in the outer room and hadn't come in.

Let's keep chatting in the group!

These two are so interesting!

Lin Daiyu smiled slightly, leaned back in her chair, and continued watching the play.

[Nalan Yanran: I don't care. If I'm going to sabotage you, I'm going to sabotage you. What does it have to do with me? I'm Nalan Yanran, not you, Wanwan.]

[Wanwan the Witch: You are Ye Chen, and I am Ye Chen. In essence, you are me, and I am you. Undermining me is undermining yourself. Does that logic make sense?]

Nalan Yanran: ...

I can't refute what you're saying.

[Wanwan the Witch: Of course, I'm a witch, my brain works way better than yours.]

[Nalan Yanran: You were just fighting your way through a massive army, how come you have time to argue with me now?]

[Wanwan the Witch: It's over. Those soldiers were crying and screaming after I beat them, and the general got slapped twice and ran away with his tail between his legs.]

[Wanwan the Witch: You have no idea, after I slapped Yuwen Huaji, his face was swollen like a pig's head, he could barely walk, and he had to be carried by his guards. He looked so pathetic.]

[Nalan Yanran: That Yuwen Huaji who's so powerful in the novel?]

[Wanwan the Witch: What's so great about you? In front of me, you're nothing but a walking human punching bag!]