PRINCE FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION BECOMES AN IDOL

chapter 1

A black luxury sedan was passing through the crowded Gwanghwamun intersection.

Despite the vehicle being equipped with tinted windows, soundproofing, and bulletproofing, the outside noise faintly seeped into the car.

[124th Year Celebration of the
Proclamation of the Korean Empire] A banner fluttered high in the sky, announcing the cause of the commotion in calligraphy.

"Hmmm..."

The road had been closed off since morning in preparation for the event starting at 8 PM tonight. Outside the window, crowds gathered to watch the performance, and staff members were busily setting up the stage.

"It's noisy, isn't it? And the road is blocked... We have to pass this way to get to the palace." Chamberlain Kim explained with a sigh as he sat in the passenger seat.

"I know. It's fine."

Before he left the palace as an adult,

Dojae had lived in the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Joseon Dynasty Imperial Palace), so he was well aware of the road conditions.

Of course, it wasn't because
Chamberlain Kim didn't know this. Dojae reassured him, saying it was okay, and fixed his gaze back out the window. His thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, and prominent nose reflected in the car window alongside the bustling

Gwanghwamun intersection.

Thanks to the ingenuity and swift actions of King Jeongjo, Joseon
successfully modernized, and during Emperor Jin's reign, it proclaimed itself the Korean Empire and adopted a constitutional monarchy.

It was a survival strategy in a global climate where one had to dominate or be dominated. As a result, the Korean Empire survived as an independent nation. The Lee dynasty, which chose to flow rather than stagnate, was acknowledged for this decision and could continue its legacy into modern times.

Thus, another 124 years passed, and while the world and the Imperial Family changed over the century, their duties and responsibilities remained the same. 'Maintain dignity and honor at all times, and be beneficial.

King Yeongjo was said to wash his ears when he heard something he disliked, and Dojae felt the same urge whenever he heard this phrase. He had heard it so often that it felt like his ears had scabs.

The only good thing about leaving the main palace, Gyeongbokgung, and living in the Cheongju (name of the palace) Haenggung (Palace where the relatives of the Emperor lives, or can be a house vacation), which was more like a modern mansion, was that he didn't have to hear it as much. "Chamberlain Kim."

"Yes, Your Highness." "There's still some time. Could we stop the car for a moment?"

"Huh? Why..." Chamberlain Kim tilted his head in confusion. Without a word,

Dojae gently lowered the window. The outside noise, previously blocked by the window, poured in. At the same time, a sweet acoustic guitar sound reached his ears.

-Ah, ah. Mic test.

A rehearsal was taking place on stage. Noticing Dojae's intention, Chamberlain Kim instructed the driver to pull over to the side of the road.

Dojae rolled down the window just enough so that his face wouldn't be visible.

A male singer, having tuned his guitar strings a few times, began singing to the accompaniment.

-You don't know, my trembling heart. My heart doesn't beat without you....

Though it was just a rehearsal stage without any lighting, the top singer- songwriter of the Korean Empire instantly captivated the audience's ears.