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

Outside Xiaoxiang Pavilion, bamboo shadows sway gently.

The late spring breeze blew in from the flower garden, carrying the scent of fallen peach petals and green grass, swirling through the corridor.

The parrot under the eaves tilted its head to look at the slender figure in the yard, flapped its wings twice, and then lazily retracted them to its claws.

Lin Daiyu squatted beside the flower mound, holding a small silver hoe in her hand, shoveling soil into the pit one scoop at a time.

A few remnants of red lay at the bottom of the pit.

She had just picked them up from under the tree; there were peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, and one or two petals of an unknown wildflower.

The flowers were all wilted, their edges turning yellowish, and they were wet with morning dew.

She carefully arranged them, petals facing upwards, so that they lay neatly in the soil.

"Girl, take a rest."

Zijuan stood under the eaves, holding a copper basin in her hands, her brows furrowed with worry. "She's been squatting for almost half an hour now; her legs must be numb!"

Lin Daiyu did not look up, her hands continuing to move.

"These flowers have fallen today; let them be buried in the soil, at least they'll have a final resting place. Otherwise, they'd be trampled underfoot, or washed away and polluted in the water—wouldn't that be a pity?"

Upon hearing this, Zijuan frowned even more deeply.

These past few days, the girl has been saying strange things, staring blankly at the flowers and plants all day, muttering things like "burying flowers" and "final resting place".

She wanted to ask a doctor, but Lin Daiyu firmly declined.

Just say you feel down and go for a walk.

Lin Daiyu remained squatting beside the flower mound, filling it with soil, compacting it, and gently patting the last handful of soil flat.

She looked at the small mound and pursed her lips slightly.

Those smoky eyebrows relaxed, then furrowed slightly, the melancholy between them like a spring mist, gathering and dispersing, dispersing and gathering again.

"Coming from purity, returning to purity; better than being trapped in filth and mire!"

The sound was very soft, like the wind blowing across a musical string, and it dissipated in an instant.

Upon hearing this, Zijuan's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

She put down the copper basin, hurried over, and bent down to take Lin Daiyu's arm: "Miss, why are you saying these things? It's so unlucky..."

Lin Daiyu let her help her to her feet, patted the mud off her clothes, and sighed as her gaze fell on her mud-stained embroidered shoes.

If this had happened in the past, she probably would have cried.

No, not probably.

Absolutely!

Lin Daiyu's body was made of water from birth; she would shed tears at the sight of falling flowers, feel sorrow at the sight of the moon, and cry for half a day over the smallest things.

The problem is, she's not really Lin Daiyu; she's Ye Chen.

In her past life, she was a man; in this life, she's unlucky enough to be reborn as Lin Daiyu.

"Coming from purity, returning to purity"

When Lin Daiyu in the original novel said these words, they were her true feelings, her heartfelt words, and a prophecy of fate!

She's saying this now to cultivate a certain public image.

Lin Daiyu… no, Ye Chen rolled his eyes inwardly.

She was just imitating a scene from the original story. After all, if you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way. There are eyes everywhere in the Rongguo Mansion. It would be strange if she suddenly stopped burying flowers, stopped reciting poems, and stopped crying.

But what she really wanted to say was: Heavens above, earth below, where is my cheat code?!

Lin Daiyu sat on the balustrade under the eaves, took the hot tea handed to her by Zijuan, and took a small sip.

She remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she was enacting a whole drama of "The Tragedy of Dou E".

"What happened to the promise that everyone who joins the group will receive a talent?"

Lin Daiyu held her teacup, her gaze lingering on the few green bamboo stalks in the courtyard, her teeth slightly clenched.

"My other self, how did you become the group admin? You haven't been in the group for over ten days. Do you know how hard it was for me to wait?"

"Do you know how I've gotten through these past ten days?"

Lin Daiyu poured out all the resentment she had accumulated over the past few months in her heart, like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable.

"I want a cheat system, I want a system, I want talent!"

"I don't want to be Lin Daiyu, I want to be Ye Chen!"

"I want to go back to the modern era! I want to eat hot pot, drink milk tea, and play video games!"

"girl?"

Zijuan's voice suddenly rang in my ears, tinged with a hint of panic.

Lin Daiyu suddenly came to her senses and found that her eyes were red and tears were welling up in her eyes, ready to fall at any moment.

This lousy body!

She cursed inwardly, then quickly tilted her head back, forcing back the tears.

"It's nothing."

She put down her teacup, stood up, walked to the flowerbed, and turned her back to Zijuan so that she wouldn't see her expression.

"Young lady, you're crying again..."

Zijuan's voice came from behind, filled with heartache and helplessness.

"I didn't cry."

Lin Daiyu said in a muffled voice, her sleeve covering most of her face, "The wind got into my eyes!"

Zijuan didn't expose her, but just sighed and turned to get a handkerchief.

That's it.

Just as Lin Daiyu turned around to go back to her room.

【Ding! 】

A crisp notification sound suddenly exploded in my mind.

She suddenly stopped in her tracks.

He froze on the spot, like a porcelain doll that had been frozen in place.

The morning light shone on Lin Daiyu, gilding her pale blue jacket with a thin layer of gold, but it couldn't illuminate the frozen expression on her face.

Immediately afterwards, a line of large golden characters slowly appeared in my consciousness:

[Congratulations on acquiring the Golden Talent: Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart!]

[In the past, Bi Gan had his heart cut out; his loyalty and righteousness moved Heaven, and his seven orifices were exquisitely clear...]

Lin Daiyu's pupils dilated slightly.

Goldfinger.

Is this what the ladies in the group are talking about as talent?

A mind with seven orifices, listen to the voice of your heart!

She took a deep breath, about to digest all the information about this new talent, when a new line of golden characters appeared on the screen.

This time, the characters are finer than before, as if someone were copying on rice paper with an extremely fine brush tip, each stroke revealing a mysterious rhythm.

[The host's current identity has been detected as special (reincarnation of the Crimson Pearl Immortal Herb), and their talent has undergone a mutation.]

【Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart - Variant Branch 1: The Lament for Fallen Flowers】

[Able to communicate subtly with plants and trees, understanding their "emotions" and "needs." Can accelerate the growth of spiritual plants, but only for plants.]

【Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart - Branch 2 of Mutation: Crimson Pearl Tears】

Tears possess a weak healing ability, capable of detoxifying and healing wounds, but each use will leave the user feeling weak for a period of time.

Lin Daiyu stood still, motionless.

A morning breeze blew by, ruffling the stray hairs at her temples. Those few strands of hair swayed gently in the wind, like a pool of spring water rippled by the wind in a traditional Chinese ink painting.

She stared at the dark blue light screen, her pupils trembling slightly.

Can talent mutate?

"Because I am the reincarnation of the Crimson Pearl Flower, my Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart reacted with this body, giving birth to two new skills?"

Lin Daiyu's gaze fell intently on the cluster of roses in full bloom.

"Since that's the case, then let me hear what you all have to say~~"