I Became a Royal Nanny in Ancient Times and Sampled Every Piece of Gossip in the Capital!

[Scandalous drama + trope subversion + sweet romance] [Short read]

Every historical romance seems to have a mysterious, never-seen physician who helps the leads get together. I, Song Zhaoyu, am exactly that kind of physician friend, helping my influential employers solve their problems. Only, I have not just one employer, but four...

My first employer is a young general known as the Jade-Faced Asura. Sadly, he died young on the battlefield.

His younger brother, meanwhile, develops a possessive desire for his widowed sister-in-law and insists on marrying her. On the eve of their wedding, the young general, supposedly killed in battle, suddenly returns. Then he sends me to the temple to treat the lovely widow, where I witness a shadow-puppet show firsthand.

Oh my goodness, is this really a place for your little game?

My second employer is a tyrannical imperial uncle, a notorious woman-hating old man who keeps a canary in the suburbs of the capital and rarely lets outsiders see her.

One day, my employer says the canary has been drugged. I get the message immediately and rush over with the antidote, only to hear that it’s no longer needed.

Wait, do you even remember that you called for a doctor? Am I also an indispensable part of your little game?

My third employer is a disabled prince, looked down on by everyone and forced into a substitute marriage. But once the couple’s secret identities are exposed, their secrets could circle the capital a hundred times. They’re both unbelievably impressive.

Haha, if you’re that impressive, why hire a doctor?

Oh, right. They really did hire me as a cover. Otherwise, how could anyone explain a disabled man standing up and a fool becoming clever?

My fourth employer is a refined crown prince. So far, everything seems perfectly normal: he’s elegant, handsome, and utterly composed.

Until one night, he says he’s been drugged. I rush over to treat him, but he pins me against the wall, his eyes churning with hidden desire, and hoarsely calls me by my childhood nickname, “