He will not die
"This is something Boss wore on the battlefield. What do you want him to do if you don't accept it?" Cheng Ziji had not recovered from the pain for many days.
His eyes were completely red, his chin was covered with stubble, his skin was rough, and the clothes he was wearing were all from several days ago. The golden crown on his head had fallen off, and there was only a single strand of hair left.
Sensing the tears in his eyes, he wiped them away with his sleeve and pretended that he had never cried.
Looking at his current state, Yun Qianliang's brain flashed like a piece of flint. She suddenly felt that this whole situation was too darned, and wanted to curse him out.
Yun Qianliang ordered the servant to take the cloth away from Cheng Ziji, but he was not allowed to bring it inside the house. After she finished all the things, hearing the word "handle", Cheng Ziji glared at her angrily, like a tigress protecting his son.