I Refuse to Be a Cannon-Fodder Heroine

Synopsis: In a word, this world has gone fantasy-crazy?????? Settle grudges with revenge and repay kindness with kindness. Roam the martial world with a sword, wield a brush in the imperial court, and wander freely through the mortal world with wine in hand... The moment she opened her eyes, she found herself face-to-face with his wickedly charming face, held in his arms. She flew into a rage. That bastard had taken liberties with her! She couldn't understand why this guy had started clinging to her and wouldn't leave no matter how often she drove him away. Then, after one thing and another, the two of them became hopelessly entangled... The humorous version: Damn it, I ran into a BOSS and got tied up and carried back to his bandit den to be his captive bride. Just when someone finally showed up to raid the place, I seized the chance to make off with the bandit BOSS's sword. Turns out it was a bandit's foot-binding cloth. Then, for no reason at all, I got killed! I went out to gather herbs and fell off a cliff. And who was it that said falling off a cliff never kills you? I went and died in spectacular fashion! What? Surviving a cliff fall is a privilege reserved for the protagonist? I'm just a spectacularly doomed cannon-fodder heroine? Flips table! Smoke bombs, poison water, poison powder, poison pills: bring it all on! I protest! I refuse to be a cannon-fodder heroine, even if it kills me!!! Theme: