Shen Yangge concealed the coldness in his eyes and replied calmly, "I... don't really like other people touching me."
Had anyone else said that, these barbarians from the Western Regions would probably have already attacked.
After all, no one wanted to hear someone speak so insolently to their prince, with such obvious distaste.
But if that someone was a god, then everything was perfectly natural in their eyes.
A god was sacred and exalted. They could not judge or assess a god by human standards, much less regard him as an equal.
The people of the Western Regions could be very clever at times, yet very foolish at others.
Once the tents were pitched, the prince was the one closest to Shen Yangge. He stayed right beside him and could visit him whenever he pleased.
This seemed to reflect what the people of the Western Regions believed deep down: the prince was the god's "representative" in his quarters, the being closest to him.
Shen Yangge lay down, his Dragon Horns knocking against the hard pillow. Unaccustomed to the feeling, he simply pushed the bamboo-tube pillow aside and lay on his side on the mat covered with white cloth.
He slowly recalled the original novel.
Shen Yangge was certain that this prince from the Western Regions had never existed in the original novel. Ruthis had not been among those vying for Great Chu's little lamb, yet from the current situation, he was leading his men in an attack on Great Chu.
There was no way the original novel could have omitted such a major event. Even without describing it in detail, it should at least have mentioned it in passing, rather than saying nothing at all.
Shen Yangge kept feeling that he had overlooked something, but whenever he tried to think