Armed with a Medical Supply Vault, I’ll Protect the Dying Prince

[Medical skills + space + princess consort + punishing scumbags + face-slapping power fantasy + a touch of silly fun]

She transmigrates into the body of the Prime Minister's daughter, a walking blood bank, and gets shoved into a bridal sedan to take the place of the dying, sickly regent?

On their wedding night, Nangong Qingyin runs her hands over the regent's abs, trying hard to keep herself from drooling.

With a knife and silver needles in hand, even the King of Hell will have to file a request before taking someone away!

“It's okay, it's okay, really, I'm fine. I can save this husband I got at a bargain!”

She'll fight for her happiness!

The next day, the regent, who'd been unconscious for days, gets up and runs through a set of punches.

Now some jealous busybodies can't sit still.

“You're an orphan of unknown origins, pampered by the Prime Minister's household for years, and you still had the nerve to steal someone else's wedding!”

Nangong Qingyin swiftly draws her blade and slices open the foulmouth's chest. “Come on, experience the Prime Minister's household's tender care! You're welcome!”

When the man who came to protect his wife sees this, he gives a faint smile and calmly sips his tea.

“My lord, aren't you going to stop the princess consort?”

“Stop her? Go find her a handkerchief so she doesn't get her hands dirty.”