The turtle was already shriveled and dead, its white hair resembling the corpse hair that grows after mold.
Xiang Fei looked at this oddly sinister thing and intended to call for an eunuch or palace maid to deal with it, but recalling the rumors about the Xiang Fei Hall inside the palace, she suppressed the urge to spread the news.
If others found out there was a dead white-haired turtle under her bed, who knows what gossip they might spread or rumors they might create about her.
What would she say if someone claimed that the Prince was born from her and the turtle demon?
That day, Xiang Fei was unable to eat or sleep in peace. It wasn't until night fell and the hall was once again filled with indistinct laughter and rage that she finally remembered the words once given to her by the Fox Immortal.