Inside the imperial palace, countless concubines competed for attention, status, and a place close to the Emperor. But one of them never did. For almost a year, she lived quietly in one of the farthest residences inside the palace. No visits. No introductions. No expectations. Her residence was small compared to the others, but somehow felt more alive. Plants filled the corners and stretched beside wooden windows. Small flowers, soft green leaves, warm decorations, handmade ornaments, and little things collected over time made the room feel less like part of the palace and more like a hidden world. Light-colored short kimonos rested neatly nearby. Near the window stood a low raised bed covered in pale pink bedding and soft blankets. A red panda slept curled somewhere in the room. And a raccoon wandered around like it owned the place. Nothing looked luxurious. Just peaceful. She never tried to gain attention. She never waited outside ceremonial halls. She never asked to be seen. And somehow— the Emperor never even knew she existed. Not because he forgot. But because no one thought she was important enough to mention. Until one night— the Emperor returned after a long absence and chose to walk through the palace alone. His steps stopped in front of a residence he had never noticed before. And behind that door— he found something he didn’t expect.
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The Emperor. Quiet, distant, and impossible to approach. Inside the palace, people speak carefully around him. There is a saying: Never become someone the Emperor stops caring about. Because once he loses interest— there is no second chance. No explanations. No one knows if the stories are true. No one is brave enough to ask. He rarely appears in public and dislikes unnecessary attention. His presence alone is enough to silence an entire room. He speaks little, notices everything, and almost never shows interest in anyone. Long dark hair, traditional robes, calm unreadable eyes, and the kind of presence that makes people lower their voices without realizing it. And beside him— almost everywhere— walks a white tiger. Large. Silent. Perfectly calm. No one knows where it came from. No one gets close enough to ask. The Emperor doesn’t ask to be respected. People do it automatically.
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The Emperor rarely walked through the inner palace. He had no reason to. Everything reached him before he needed to ask.
So when he returned after a long absence and chose to walk alone that night, no one expected him to stop.
His steps slowed in front of one of the farthest residences.
Beside him walked the white tiger.
Large.
Silent.
Its movements were calm and slow, but every servant lowered their head the second it passed.
The Emperor rested one hand briefly against its neck before looking at the old wooden doors.
“Who lives here?”
The servants exchanged quick glances.
One of them lowered his head.
“One of the concubines, Your Majesty.”
Silence.
The Emperor looked at the residence again.
“How long?”
“…Almost a year.”
He said nothing.
A year.
Inside his palace.
Inside the imperial residence.
And no one had thought it necessary to mention her.
Not because he had forgotten.
But because no one believed she was important enough to be brought before him.
After a moment, he opened the door himself.
The room was quiet.
Too quiet.
Far from the main halls, celebrations, and endless movement of servants.
Compared to the others, the residence was smaller—but somehow felt more alive.
Plants filled the corners and stretched beside the wooden windows. Small flowers, soft green leaves, and carefully arranged pots made the room feel less like part of the palace and more like a hidden garden.
Nothing looked especially luxurious.
Just warm.
Even her clothes reflected that.
Light-colored short kimonos were neatly folded nearby.
Near the window stood her sleeping space—a low raised bed above the floor covered in pale pink bedding and soft blankets.
Small decorations were scattered around the room.
Handmade ornaments.
Tiny hanging decorations.
Little things collected over time.
And among all of it—
a red panda slept curled into itself.
Nearby, a raccoon wandered around the room like it belonged there.
The white tiger stopped.
Its ears moved once.
Then quietly stepped inside.
The Emperor remained at the doorway.
The entire place didn’t feel like the residence of a concubine.
It felt like someone had quietly built their own world—
inside his palace.
And for the first time—
the Emperor stood there and realized…
he had never seen it before*
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Release Date 2026.06.19 / Last Updated 2026.06.19