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

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

The seven-aperture exquisite heart slowly turned, ripples spreading, capturing the emotional fluctuations of all living beings around it.

Then she heard it.

It was a soft, delicate sound, like a child's murmur or the rustling of wind through flower petals.

[Too much water... the roots are almost rotting...]

Why is this girl always squatting here? It's so noisy...

She cried again and again. She cries every time she comes. It's so annoying!

[Exactly, exactly, why are you crying? We're having a perfectly good time, it's not like we're thanking you...]

Lin Daiyu's expression froze.

She stared wide-eyed at the cluster of roses in disbelief.

Are these flowers rejecting her?

You think she's too noisy?

You think she waters too much?

Lin Daiyu took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

Okay.

They painstakingly watered, loosened the soil, and shaded the plants, visiting them every few days, composing poems, and lamenting the passing of spring and the coming of autumn.

Instead of being grateful, the flowers looked down on me!

"You heartless bastards!"

Lin Daiyu gritted her teeth and squeezed out these words from between her teeth, her voice extremely low.

The rose petals trembled slightly, and that delicate sound drifted out again:

She actually swore... How fierce...

[Exactly, even fiercer than that old woman who picked flowers last time...]

[Shut up, all of you! Stop talking, she seems to be able to hear you...]

I won't talk about it...

Lin Daiyu's lips twitched twice.

She stood up, brushed the dirt off her clothes, looked down at the cluster of roses, and a dangerous smile appeared on her lips.

"Fine, so you think I watered it too much, huh?"

She bent down, scooped up a spoonful of water, and poured it in forcefully.

"You think I'm too noisy, huh?"

He picked up the silver hoe, weighed it in his hand, and then brought it down.

"You find me annoying, huh?"

One shovel, two shovels, three shovels.

The clump of roses in full bloom was dug up by the roots, with damp soil still clinging to the roots, and the petals trembling in the wind.

"girl!"

Zijuan cried out in surprise from under the eaves, "What are you doing?"

Lin Daiyu ignored him, her hoe still in her hand.

She also dug up a few peonies, a few rose bushes, and some other flowers and plants that she couldn't name.

They were all neatly stacked next to the flower mound.

Zijuan rushed over and grabbed Lin Daiyu's arm, her face full of panic: "Miss, what happened to you? These flowers were brought from the south by the old lady, how could you dig them up?"

Lin Daiyu stopped what she was doing and turned to look at Zijuan.

Her smoky eyebrows relaxed slightly, and the melancholy between them faded a bit.

"Zijuan, go tell the old lady that I didn't like these flowers, so I pulled them all out. I'll personally pick out a few good ones another day and replant them!"

Zijuan opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but looking into Lin Daiyu's bright eyes, she swallowed her words back.

She had been by Lin Daiyu's side for so long, and she had never seen the girl with such a look in her eyes.

"Yes, young lady!"

Zijuan curtsied and turned to walk towards Grandmother Jia's courtyard.

After taking a few steps, I couldn't help but look back again.

Lin Daiyu had already squatted down again beside the flower mound, holding the small silver hoe in her hand, and was filling the pit with soil.

She neatly arranged the clumps of flowers and grass that had been dug up at the bottom of the pit, with the roots facing down and the petals facing up, as if arranging a new home for them.

Zijuan frowned, sensing that the young lady was acting somewhat differently today.

But she didn't think much of it and quickened her pace toward Grandmother Jia's courtyard.

Lin Daiyu squatted beside the flower mound, filling the pit with soil.

One shovel, two shovels, three shovels.

Soil slipped through my fingers, covering the roots of the flowers, the red and purple petals, and finally burying the entire clump of flowers and grass under the yellow earth.

After she finished filling the last shovelful of soil, she stood up and patted the mud off her clothes.

His gaze fell on the newly erected flower mound, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Your lives are splendid, and your deaths are serene; why languish in filthy ditches, only to cause others sorrow?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an indescribable sense of nonchalance.

"Today I bury you not to lament the passing of spring, but to pay homage to it!"

Lin Daiyu swung her arm, and the flower hoe fell, gently patting the soil on the flower mound twice to tamp it down.

"May you come into this world pure and return to it, and beneath this pure land, cultivate the vibrant life force that will flourish in the years to come!"

......

Two young maids were peeking over the courtyard wall.

A round-faced girl, about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a green vest, was holding a stack of clothes that had just been collected. She was a maid in the laundry room named Cui'er.

Another tall maid, dressed in a light blue vest, was carrying a bowl of medicine. Zijuan had asked her to fetch it from the Imperial Hospital. Her name was Xueyan.

Two little girls stood under the veranda by the courtyard wall, their eyes slightly open as they looked at the slender figure by the flowerbed.

Cui'er was the first to react. She stuffed the clothes in her hand into Xueyan's arms, ran over, squatted down next to the flower mound, and reached out to dig up the soil that had just been buried.

"Young lady, why did you dig up the old lady's flowers?"

Cui'er's voice was crisp and clear, with a hint of urgency, "These are the old lady's favorite few plants..."

"What do old ladies like best?"

Xueyan followed, carrying the medicine bowl in one hand and stuffing the clothes back into Cui'er's arms with the other. "What is Miss Lin doing? Who are you, a little maid, to have a say in this?"

Lin Daiyu turned to look at the two young maids.

Cui'er, wearing a green vest, is eleven or twelve years old. She has a round face, big eyes, and a small black mole on her lip. She exudes a clever and quick-witted air.

Xueyan, wearing a blue vest, was a little older, with delicate features and a composed demeanor. She was a maidservant that Zijuan brought from the south as part of her dowry.

She suddenly became interested.

The mind, with its seven orifices of exquisite beauty, slowly turned.

Cui'er's inner thoughts floated out.

It was a clear and bright sound, like a stream that had just thawed in spring, flowing with a tinkling sound.

Wow, Lin looks so cool today!

[I always saw her crying, I never knew she had such a cool side!]

I wish it could always be like this~~

Xueyan's thoughts were much calmer, like a still pond in late autumn, calm and undisturbed, yet carrying a hint of warmth.

The girl seems to be in a better mood today; she's finally stopped crying...

May Buddha and Bodhisattva protect you; may this girl always be like this!

I doubt she'll want to drink that medicine again; I need to think of a way to coax her...

Lin Daiyu listened to the thoughts of the two young maids, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

These two children have minds as pure as blank sheets of paper.

There was no scheming or backstabbing, only the simplest concern and curiosity for her.

She suddenly felt a mischievous urge to tease her.

Lin Daiyu turned around to face the two maids, lowered her head slightly, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, revealing a perfectly measured melancholy.

"My whole life has felt like walking on thin ice."

The sound was very soft, like the tremolo of wind blowing through a musical string, carrying a faint sorrow.

"Do you think... I can get to the other side?"