This book contains: Top Alpha Tae Bottom Omega Kook Ancient Setting in the era of Emperors and Ministers Bratty top Strict Bottom Love After Marriage Fluff Chaos/Comedy Happy Ending

The streets of the Euphoria Kingdom's capital was painted in red. It wasn't just decoration, it felt as if the entire city had been dressed for a grand occasion. Lanterns swayed gently beneath wooden balconies, their soft glow brushing against the narrow market street below. Silk ribbons fluttered from rooftops, catching the light with every passing breeze, while long crimson banners hung from pillars, stretching across the road like a path prepared for royalty. The stone road was crowded. People stood shoulder to shoulder on both sides, whispering, pointing, craning their necks to get a better look. Some even stood on small stools or leaned dangerously from windows just to catch a glimpse.

At the center of it all, the bridal sedan chair moved forward slowly.

It was magnificent, covered in golden embroidery, detailed patterns shimmering under the daylight. The red curtains were thick and layered, hiding the person inside, making the curiosity of the crowd grow even stronger to get just a glance. Four carriers held it steady, their steps perfectly synchronized. Around them, attendants in ceremonial robes walked in discipline, their expressions serious despite the festive surroundings. The entire street seemed alive.

Citizen 3 shook his head slowly, folding his arms as he looked toward the sedan chair.

Another man leaned closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret.

A wave of murmurs spread through the crowd.

Inside the sedan chair, Jeon Jungkook sat still.

Layers of crimson wedding hanbok draped over his body, heavy yet perfectly arranged. The blue and gold embroidery shimmered softly whenever the sedan shifted. A delicate ceremonial headpiece rested on his dark hair, golden ornaments brushing lightly against his cheeks. The red curtains and pearl strands hid most of his face. But not completely.

A faint light slipped through, revealing his expression. Calm. Unshaken.

He didn't fidget. He didn't adjust his clothes. He didn't even look around. He simply waited.

As if this was not a wedding...

...but something else entirely.

Walking beside the sedan chair was Park Jimin. Right hand of General Jeon. Fierce. Sharp. And Fast.

Jimin tightened his grip on the spear as he walked, his gaze moving from one side of the street to the other.

His posture was straight, alert. Every small movement around him was noticed. Nothing escaped him.

Everything seemed under control.

Until,

At the turning point of the road, a horse stood in the middle of the path.

It didn't move. The carriers slowed. The attendants stiffened.

And the crowd. The crowd fell silent.

The rider sat comfortably, as if blocking a wedding procession was nothing unusual. Two men stood on either side of him, arms crossed, while a few more lingered behind, clearly part of his group.

The mood shifted instantly.