A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1860 - 437: Fame and Fortune – Alone Amidst Thorns

This is even scarier than those preemptive ones.

Dylan watched in amazement, having to admire Mo Sang’s perseverance; this girl is incredible, Boss has a keen eye indeed.

Mo Sang stood up, looked at the man on the ground, curled her lips disdainfully, and flicked her middle finger downward.

Cilin was so angry that he spat blood; he had never been so embarrassed before.

"Loser." Mo Sang spat out a word and turned to leave.

"What did she say?" Cilin looked at Dylan, who was standing aside.

"Uh, I just remembered I have something to do, I’ll be off now..." With that, he left in a hurry.

Cilin pounded his fist on the ground, vowing to take revenge.

The conditions on the island were very harsh; they could only eat some bread and canned food every day, and over time, their mouths became tasteless.

Ah Fu brought dinner inside, saw the man reading with his head down, and said, "Big brother, it’s time for dinner. Reading at night is bad for your eyes; you should rest."

The man put down his book, smiled at him, and said, "You’re even more nagging than Dylan."

"I care about your health." At first, Ah Fu was a little afraid of this young man, although he always smiled gently, Ah Fu instinctively feared him. But over time, he realized this big brother was a good person, so he wasn’t afraid of him anymore and dared to joke with him. The young man wouldn’t blame him; instead, he would look at him kindly.

Seeing the bread and canned food, Yun Miao’s brow furrowed slightly.

Suddenly, he stood up, "Come on, let’s go catch some wild game."

Ah Fu immediately trotted after him.

Seeing him pick up a stick, pull out a dagger, and start to carve it under a tree, Ah Fu couldn’t help but ask, "Big brother, what are you doing?"

"Go get Dylan." Yun Miao didn’t stop working, his dexterous fingers moving quickly, it was quite a sight.

"Oh, okay." Ah Fu ran off immediately.

"Boss, you were looking for me." Dylan came over, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Mo Sang and Ah Fu followed behind.

At this moment, Yun Miao stopped his hands; what he held was a white and slender stick. He bent it lightly at both ends, smiled, and said, "Good flexibility. Although it’s not as good as white wax wood, it’s still pretty good."

Dylan looked curiously at the stick in his hands, "Boss, this is...."

Before he finished speaking, Yun Miao suddenly raised his hand and pulled off his belt; Dylan’s pants fell down in an instant. Dylan yelled, quickly pulled up his pants, and stared at the beautiful young man in front of him in shock and embarrassment.

"What are you doing?" His look was like a virtuous woman who had been offended.

Yun Miao spoke while using a dagger to cut open the belt, "With your looks? You don’t even qualify to be... *cough*...my companion...."

Dylan, who only had a partial understanding of Chinese, turned to Ah Fu and asked, "What does companion mean?"

Ah Fu’s eyes rolled around, and he said seriously, "A companion is a favored man. Yes, although it’s a male, isn’t homosexuality quite common in your Western countries? But a companion is even lower, almost like a pet. When pleased, you amuse them; when not, they are told to go away."

Dylan: "...!" MMP!

Mo Sang, who had studied Chinese diligently, couldn’t help but smile after hearing Ah Fu’s words. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at the young man.

Yun Miao removed the belt’s core, tied it to both ends of a tree branch, and with a pull, he crafted a simple bow.

Yun Miao then carved another piece of branch, made a sharp arrowhead, and his archery form was impressively skillful and graceful.

The young man drew the bow, standing straight, the arrowhead aimed at a branch, and his slender figure suddenly appeared more towering, his once-thin shoulders now seemed as if mighty mountains.

The young man’s eyes narrowed slightly, calm and deep, sharp as a knife.

His fingers released slightly, and the arrow shot out instantly.

The next moment, a bird fell from between the branches, pierced through its throat, struggled briefly, and then lay completely still.

The young man’s brows lifted, with a hint of pride and arrogance, like a nobleman galloping a horse and singing.

"Wow, big brother, you’re amazing." Ah Fu ran over to pick up the bird, handed the arrow to Yun Miao with both hands, his eyes filled with admiration.

Yun Miao curled his lips, "Piece of cake."

To master his archery skills, he had practiced day and night, eventually achieving godlike prowess. But to protect himself, he had to hide his talents, appearing to outsiders as just a foolish prince who couldn’t even hold a bow properly, enduring endless mockery and humiliation.

Until that year when the enemy invaded, and he was appointed amid the crisis. Everyone thought that by sending this useless prince, the city would surely fall. They even placed bets at the largest casino in the Imperial City that he would fail.

Atop the city gate, bow and arrow in hand, he seemed like a divine warrior. Amidst the enemy’s heavy defenses, he shot two arrows simultaneously, the Moon-Chasing Arrow, directly striking the enemy leader. The enemy’s morale collapsed. He commanded like a god, leading ten thousand against a hundred thousand, slaying twenty thousand enemies and capturing fifty thousand, making the enemy surrender and never dare to invade again.

The Seventh Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty thus shed the label of "useless" and was honored as the "War God," gaining fame and recognition.

The so-called uselessness was just a disguise; the true Seventh Prince, with his unparalleled Moon-Chasing Arrow, was meticulous and strategically advanced, slowly ascending the path to supreme power. By the time he ruled the world, countless corpses lay beneath his feet, even he couldn’t remember how many.

This path was always thorny and lonely.

From the moment he learned of his identity, he was destined to be born for slaughter.

Past memories flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern; in just a moment, it seemed a lifetime had passed.

But all that was behind him now; he was Ji Yunmiao, not the Seventh Prince of Great Xia.

The young man’s agile form darted through the forest, never missing a shot, turning every beast and bird into a victim of his arrows. Ah Fu followed, picking up so much his waist ached.

In the end, they had a bountiful harvest, making the three thoroughly reassess him.

That evening, the group gathered around the campfire. Yun Miao skillfully gutted the prey, placed it on branches, and roasted it over the fire. Soon, the meat’s aroma wafted about.

Taking the first bite of meat, Ah Fu was so happy he almost cried, "After so long, I finally get to eat meat. Thank you, big brother."

Yun Miao looked at the golden, crispy leg of rabbit in his hand, something in his mind, causing his eyes to mist slightly.

Noticing his change in mood, Ah Fu couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong, big brother?"

The young man’s features seemed incredibly gentle under the moonlight, making Mo Sang stare in a daze.

"I wonder what my sister is doing now? She always took care of me before. Now that I’m capable, I can’t even see her... I’m really not a good brother."

Mo Sang found that the meat in her mouth had lost its taste; for the first time, she heard him mention his family. His sister? What kind of person is she?

She must be, like him, a very exceptional woman.

"Big brother, don’t be sad; you’ll find her for sure. I’m sure she won’t blame you."