The Noble Consort's heart was still somewhat uneasy, glancing several times out of the corner of her eye, but after a while, she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary again.
She let out a sigh of relief, once more convinced that it had just been a hallucination.
She composed herself, a coy smile spread across her face, and she reengaged with the "battlefield". It looked like scenes not suitable for minors were about to unfold.
Suddenly, the bed beneath them began to creak and groan loudly.
At first, the Noble Consort didn't realize anything was amiss until the Emperor stopped his movements, sat up with a puzzled expression, while the noise continued unabated, brazen as ever.
The two exchanged glances and, in perfect unison, turned their eyes to the bed beneath them.
Despite no one moving, the bed started shaking as if possessed, the racket getting louder and louder.
This scene was indescribably eerie.
"..."
The atmosphere was terrifyingly silent.
