Oh no, I accidentally cultivated three spiritual roots and became an empress!

Zhong Lingxin woke up to a warm sensation, feeling a little dazed. The noise around her almost made her think she was still at the scene of a car accident.

But I felt no pain in my body, nor did I feel my soul floating away.

She recalled how she had worked hard all year to become the "King of Singers," from the national auditions to the regional competition in the southeast region, and finally to the national finals.

Every judge who gave a review praised her for her melodious and ethereal voice, saying that she was born to sing and that God had been feeding her with a bowl of rice.

During the finals, she was very frustrated. Every time the judges praised her, the live TV camera focused on a cute, chubby girl.

To be honest, she also thought the chubby girl was very talented and very cute.

But the person the judges are praising is her!

Although she wasn't a stunning beauty, she had regular features and bright, dark eyes. She was just as pretty as the chubby girl!

The girl next to her, whose shots were constantly cut off, angrily whispered the reason: it turned out that the chubby girl's father was the major sponsor of this "King of Singers" competition, and everything he did was aimed at getting his daughter to first place.

This explains why Little Fatty's judges' scores were so high, but the audience votes weren't.

However, all of this has nothing to do with her anymore.

She realized she was in a delivery room.

No, to be precise, it's inside a woman's womb.

The warmth she felt came from the amniotic fluid inside the mother's womb.

A series of thrusts were constantly pushing her outwards.

In her daze, she heard a voice shouting, "Madam, you must stay calm. Only exert yourself when I tell you to."

A tired voice responded gently, "Okay!"

Zhong Lingxin suddenly really liked this tired yet gentle voice.

She knew that this was her mother's voice.

To lessen her mother's suffering, she decided to work hard together with her.

When it's time to exert effort, let's exert effort together.

Soon, the midwife shouted, "Push!"

Zhong Lingxin felt that the pushing force had become even stronger.

She also used this force to push herself outwards with all her might.

The cool air almost made her shiver and shrink back.

She knew that her scalp was now exposed.

She endured the coolness and resolutely pushed her way outwards, kicking hard with her two little feet.

A voice exclaimed with delight, "It's out! It's out! Madam, you've given birth!"

A dim, yellowish light appeared before Zhong Lingxin's eyes.

That was a fluorescent stone hanging on the wall.

Zhong Lingxin narrowed her eyes slightly.

She was a little disoriented as she suddenly emerged from the darkness.

The old women in the delivery room were busy but organized. Some were cleaning the filth off her body, some were wrapping her in a soft, thin blanket, and some were congratulating the lady.

Zhong Lingxin was eager to see the mother who gave birth to her.

In her previous life, she was an orphan who didn't know who her parents were. She was taken in by her grandmother and began a life where she and her grandmother depended on each other for survival.

Later, her grandmother also passed away, leaving her all alone in the world.

In this life, she wants to see her mother clearly; she doesn't want to live alone anymore.

But what she saw was that everyone in the room, including her mother lying on the bed, was dressed in clothes that looked like the wide, long gowns worn on a theatrical stage.

Did she travel back to ancient times?

Which dynasty is it?

Soon, a voice answered her question: "Madam, it's a young lady. Look how clever she is. She's so young, yet she's already eager to find her mother. She'll definitely be able to develop spiritual roots in the future."

Testing one's spiritual root!

Oh, Mother!

So, she traveled quite far in time.

Another voice rang out: "Our Second Master has spiritual roots, and Madam, you also have spiritual roots, but they can't be activated. There's a very high chance that Miss has spiritual roots. She definitely will."

Zhong Lingxin's mother said softly, "I hope this child can activate her spiritual root, and not end up like me, with a pseudo-spiritual root, only able to marry and become a pawn for the benefit of the family."

The first voice hurriedly said, "Madam, please don't say that. Second Master is focused on cultivation and doesn't care about worldly affairs. Our courtyard is entirely supported by you. I'm not exaggerating, but without you managing the business, given Second Master's extravagant spending habits, he would probably have been so poor that he had to sell his spirit pearls long ago."

The second voice laughed, "It's not a spirit pearl, it's a spirit stone. Our Second Master is at least at the seventh level of Qi Refining, he's worth some spirit stones."

Zhong Lingxin's mother rallied her spirits and began to make arrangements: "Yuzhu, go and inform Father and Mother that I have safely given birth to a daughter and ask them to name her. Banxia, ​​take a few old women and move me out of the delivery room and back to the bedroom. You are meticulous, so you can help take care of Miss these few days."

Zhong Lingxin thought to herself, "I'm used to being called Zhong Lingxin, so I hope it will stay that name."

And, Mother, you are truly a master.

Even now, you're still in charge of arranging everything.

Is that father really just a fool who only knows how to cultivate and doesn't care about worldly affairs?

Judging from the way my mother was talking, it seemed like she didn't care much about my father.

Just as Zhong Lingxin and her mother moved back to the master bedroom, Zhong Lingxin's grandmother arrived, bringing with her the name bestowed by her grandfather.

Fortunately, as Zhong Lingxin had hoped, her name remained Zhong Lingxin.

Grandmother was overjoyed to hear of her granddaughter's birth: "Susu, thank you for giving birth to a girl for our Zhong family. Your father has already thought of names: Zhong Mufa for a boy and Zhong Lingxin for a girl. This child is so clever, just looking at me like this, without crying or fussing. Isn't she, Grandma's little darling?"

Grandmother looked around and sighed, "Where is Second Master? Is he still in seclusion?"

Yu Zhu curtsied and replied, "Our lady gave birth ten days earlier than her due date, so the Second Master will probably be out of seclusion in about ten days."

Grandmother said angrily, "Nonsense! Such a big matter, we are all waiting in the courtyard to hear the news, but he is shut up and doesn't know what's going on. Send someone to call him out."

Zhong Lingxin's mother said softly, "Mother, please don't call him Second Master anymore. Second Master is in seclusion this time to break through to the eighth level of Qi Refining. It's a very important matter!"

Zhong Lingxin's grandmother sighed and said after a long while, "Our Pingchuan City is right next to the mortal world, and the spiritual energy is too thin, making advancement too difficult. Actually, I heard that if you were in a major cultivation city, you should be able to activate your spiritual root."

Zhong Lingxin's mother continued softly, "There's nothing we can do about it. Not only are the mountains high and the rivers long and the roads difficult to travel, but the monsters along the way could devour me completely. I just hope that my child, Xin'er, can activate her spiritual root and no longer be confined to this remote place."

Zhong Lingxin wasn't particularly interested in whether or not she could activate her spiritual root, but she didn't want to end up like her mother, a pawn in a family marriage.

Thinking about it this way, she probably still hopes that she can activate her spiritual root.

At least I can fight for myself once.