I Just Want to Hear the Palace Gossip

Before I transmigrated, I was a master’s student in traditional Chinese medicine. After transmigrating, I thought I’d landed in a harem drama: treating the Noble Consort’s menstrual cramps, helping the concubines identify lead-based face powder, and listening to palace gossip until I had half a basket of melon-seed shells. Isn’t this life better than the 996 grind? But then the Fifth Prince insists on calling me his teacher and makes me teach him math. The young ladies take turns pressing gifts into my hands and asking me to pass them on to the princes, so I scurry around playing matchmaker and earn delivery fees from both sides. The Second Prince blocks my way every few days, so I’ve developed three escape routes for emergencies. The lady in the Cold Palace pulls me into learning tai chi, and all I can think is, ancient people really have too much free time to come up with this stuff. Then some fool arrives from the grasslands and says, “You, sacrifice to Heaven...” I only wanted to sit in a corner, crack melon seeds, listen to gossip, and save up to open a clinic. How did I end up as the busiest “cog” in the entire imperial harem? I’m doomed!