After a night of turmoil, no one had managed to get a good night's sleep.
The next day, the Emperor, with a face like thunder and sporting dark circles, attended the morning court session, where the stubborn old officials frowned and secretly cursed the bewitching consort as a scourge upon the nation.
The Noble Consort immediately had someone summon a Taoist priest and plastered her palace with talisman paper. Her newly made bed was covered with them, so thickly attached that it made one's scalp tingle just to look at it.
That evening, when the Emperor, as usual, arrived at the Noble Consort's Palace, he nearly got sent to the netherworld by the ghoulish decor.
With his scalp tingling, he approached with a forced smile, "Beloved concubine, what is all this...?"
