Chapter 3 (2/2)

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When Woorum called the nanny comfortably, she heard many people sitting down and then singing together.

“Long live the crowned prince! We’re honored to see Your Majesty, the crown prince!”

Oh..Your Majesty, Crown Prince…

Woorum trembled slightly. While she was looking around without seeing much, confused about whether she should also lower her body, she saw the lower end of the nanny’s skirt as she bowed.

Right now, the person’s hand holding hers did not belong to the nanny. Who could it be?

She saw a black shadow through her red cloth.

“As the princess is late, I’ve come here in person.”

Woorum shuddered again at someone’s icy voice. His hands were so warm, but how could his voice be so cold?

Too embarrassed to say anything, she slightly lowered her head and opened her mouth.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I was late because of makeup… ”

“That’s fine with me. Let me lead you, so just be careful and follow me.”

“Yes, yes, will do.”

Even before she finished her words, Bipaan made his point then pulled her hand. Walking behind them were Bipaan’s secretary, a group of palace maids, Woorum’s nanny, and soldiers holding the red flag on both sides.

Woorum could not see ahead because she was wearing the red cloth, so she didn’t know such a large group was following her. If she had realized it, she would have freaked out.

When Bipaan and Woorum arrived at the entrance of the wedding hall, a loud bugle blared, and the musicians played. When Woorum jumped, surprised at the sound, Bipaan looked at her.

Woorum was a much smaller woman than expected. If Bipaan had not been told that she came of age, he would have thought she was a 15-year-old girl with a small figure. Though he never saw her face after she covered it with a cloth, he felt she might look like a young girl.

Bipaan bent his waist forward a bit and whispered in her ear, “Don’t tremble. As I have to let go of your hand, please watch my steps and follow me well. ”

“Yes… ”

Her small voice was trembling faintly. The sound of the musicians’ playing was no more heard in her ears. Bipaan let go of her hands, and Woorum looked down under the fabric of her long cloth in a tense mood. As the lower end of his clothes moved, she also began to move forward. She saw a blue butterfly embroidered on a dark red hem. She walked carefully, paying attention to the moving visibility of the butterfly.

Bipaan saw her trembling but pretended not to know. He was not generous enough to care about such a little girl.

Woorum and Bipaan were walking on red silk. In her mind, this silk seemed to be endless.

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She didn’t know how the wedding ended. She was still nervous, sitting on the bed. Her hands were trembling, but she couldn’t stop it.

“Oh my god…”

She let out a deep sigh. She breathed out loudly on purpose to relieve her tension, but she still trembled. The tension of the wedding ceremony did not subside easily for her.

She felt everything was like a dream. No wonder she came to the great empire, the Mok Kingdom, and got married to its crowned prince! What she could remember of the wedding ceremony while in a hazy state was the voice of the emperor that was cold like froth.

She thought that the crowned prince’s voice surely resembled the emperor.

The emperor’s cold, dignified voice was clearly etched in her mind, even though she was absent-minded as she was so tense.

“From now on, forget your former name as the first princess of the Hwa Kingdom, and live as the Crown Princess of the Mok Kingdom, caring about the security and well-being of the country. Do you get it, Crown Princess Kyosul?” the emperor said.

“Kyosul. ”

‘Kyo’ meaning beautiful and ‘sul’ meaning ‘autumn wind.’. That was the name that would replace Woorum. Woorum, no, Kyosul, was still covered with red cloth. She kept trembling without relieving her tension.

When would her husband Bipaan come to pick her up?