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

Lin Daiyu looked at the messages on the screen, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised.

This other me, who transmigrated into Wanwan, can fight my way through thousands of troops.

Even Yuwen Huaji was slapped twice by her and ran away in a sorry state.

What kind of strength does that require?

And then there's Nalan Yanran, the young master of the Yunlan Sect, in the world of Battle Through the Heavens, a world where extraordinary powers reign supreme.

Both of them are truly capable.

Ye Chen looked down at his thin body, then at the bowl of medicine on the table.

That was something Zijuan had just brewed; it was dark and incredibly bitter.

She had to drink three bowls of this medicine every day, and afterwards she felt bitter all over.

Even if she took a lot of medicine, she was still the same Lin Daiyu who was powerless and would fall over if the wind blew her down or if the rain made her sick.

if……

A thought suddenly flashed through Ye Chen's mind.

If she could borrow the power of these two "selves," even just a little bit, wouldn't she be spared all this humiliation in the Rongguo Mansion?

What Jia Baoyu, what Xue Baochai, what Wang Xifeng, what Grandmother Jia?

Everyone, step aside!

Ye Chen was a man in her past life, and although she has become a woman in this life, she still has that restless soul deep down.

Is one to be a hothouse flower in this secluded mansion, waiting for the plot to gradually descend into tragedy?

impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

Ye Chen took a deep breath, his brows, usually creased with smoke, relaxed, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

She stretched out her fingers and gently tapped on the virtual keyboard.

Lin Daiyu: Um...

【Wow, you two are amazing!】

[Lin Daiyu: To move through a thousand troops as if they were nothing—I've only ever seen such skill in storybooks!]

There was a moment of silence on the other side.

Then, Wanwan's message popped up.

[Wanwan the Witch: Oh dear, Daiyu has such a sweet tongue, unlike that Nalan fellow who's always trying to undermine me.]

[Nalan Yanran: Don't give me that! When did I ever contradict you? I'm just stating the facts!]

[Wanwan the Witch: I fought my way through thousands of troops, that's a fact, right? I slapped Yuwen Huaji twice, that's a fact too, right? Which eye of yours saw me get stabbed?]

[Nalan Yanran: You said it yourself, you said, "I almost got stabbed in the back."]

[Wanwan the Witch: Almost, didn't you see the word "almost"? "Almost" means no, and "no" means it didn't happen. Bringing up something that didn't happen—isn't that just undermining us?]

Nalan Yanran: ...

Fine, you're better. I can't win an argument with you!

As Lin Daiyu watched the two bickering, her smile grew wider and wider.

But she did not forget her purpose.

She cleared her throat and typed a line of words on the virtual keyboard, each word carrying the delicate fragility and pitifulness unique to Lin Daiyu.

[Lin Daiyu: Brothers and sisters, I am so fragile~~]

The message was sent, and the other end went silent instantly.

Wanwan and Nalan Yanran stopped arguing almost simultaneously, leaving only the dark blue light and the line of text on the screen.

Lin Daiyu looked at the silence, a slight smile playing on her lips, and added another sentence.

[Lin Daiyu: You all have such abilities, but I am confined to this deep mansion, unable even to leave the house.]

[Every day we drink those bitter medicines, eat those tasteless meals, and have to live at the mercy of those people.]

I...I'm so envious of you guys~~

This time, the other side didn't remain silent for long.

[Wanwan the Witch: Weak?]

【Daiyu, what you're saying... I find it hard to believe】

[Nalan Yanran: I don't believe it either.]

We're all Ye Chen; deep down, we all know each other's true nature!

Lin Daiyu's lips twitched slightly as she looked at the two messages.

Why don't these two play by the rules?

Just as she was about to feign pitifulness again, news about Wanwan popped up.

[Wanwan the Witch: But speaking of which, things are really going badly on your end.]

[In the world of Dream of the Red Chamber, a whole family of villains, all dragged out and beheaded, not one of them would be innocent. Add to that the fact that she transmigrated into Lin Daiyu, crying and coughing up blood at the drop of a hat, and ultimately didn't have a good ending.]

If I dressed like that, I'd probably break down on the first day!

Lin Daiyu's fingers paused.

She stared at the words for two seconds, and suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

It wasn't because her sore spot had been touched, but rather... that someone finally understood her.

These days in the Rongguo Mansion, she smiles until her face is stiff from all the insincere smiles from her relatives, and there isn't a single person she can tell the truth to.

Now it's good that there are two people in the group who, although they are sharp-tongued, at least genuinely understand her.

[Lin Daiyu: Sister Wanwan...]

[Wanwan the Witch: No, don't call me sister, it gives me goosebumps.]

[We're all Ye Chen, why are you pretending to be a weak, innocent flower?]

Lin Daiyu: "..."

Okay, the emotion only lasts three seconds.

[Nalan Yanran: Alright, alright, let's get down to business.]

[Nalan Yanran: Sister Daiyu, did you acquire any special talents when you joined the group?]

Lin Daiyu was slightly taken aback.

talent?

She examined it carefully and found nothing special.

There was nothing there.

Empty and clean!

[Lin Daiyu: I...I don't think so.]

After the message was sent, there was a moment of silence on the other end.

[Wanwan the Witch: Impossible!]

[Nalan Yanran: Impossible!]

The two messages appeared almost simultaneously, perfectly synchronized.

Lin Daiyu stared at those two words for a moment, stunned.

[Lin Daiyu: Why are you so sure?]

[Wanwan the Witch: Because you are Ye Chen!]

[Nalan Yanran: Because you are Ye Chen!]

And it happened at the same time.

Lin Daiyu stared at the screen, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly before slowly relaxing.

The melancholy between his brows faded somewhat, replaced by an indescribable warmth.

Although these two people are sharp-tongued, they consider her one of their own.

No, she's one of us.

[Wanwan the Witch: I've thought about it carefully. There's only one possibility why you didn't immediately gain talent when you joined the group—]

[Nalan Yanran: The group admin is not online!]

[Wanwan the Witch: Nalan Yanran, you stole my lines again!]

[Nalan Yanran: I'm just adding to your story; you should be thanking me.]

[Wanwan the Witch: Thank you, my foot!]

Lin Daiyu watched as the two started arguing again, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

She leaned back in her chair, her gaze passing over the carved window and landing on the few stalks of green bamboo in the courtyard.

The moonlight shone on the bamboo leaves, giving them a silvery-white sheen, and they rustled softly in the wind.

It looks good, though.

[Lin Daiyu: So... as long as the group owner is online, I can gain the talent?]