The news of Zhao Hanzhang's peaceful birth of a daughter spread throughout the land, and the nation celebrated joyously. Zhang Gui, who was hanging by a thread far away in Xiliang, suddenly opened his eyes, shaking off the effects of his stroke that left his speech slurred, repeatedly asking, "Is Your Majesty well?"
Zhang Mao kneeled in front of him and repeatedly replied, "Your Majesty is well."
After confirming Zhao Hanzhang's safety, he then asked indistinctly, "Is the Princely Heir well?"
Zhang Mao choked up and said, "The Princely Heir is well."
Only then did Zhang Gui relax, his strength draining away. Leaning against his pillow, he murmured, "All is well, all is well, the nation is at peace."
Zhang Mao began to cry, but Zhang Gui muttered, "You should be happy."
Zhang Mao nodded, holding back sobs, trying his best to smile, "Yes, Xiliang will comply with Your Majesty's royal decree, continuing to ease corvée and taxes this year, allowing the people to rest in peace."
