The weather was warm. In the study in the Censor Zhang's residence.
The two attendants at the door looked up at the clear weather and heard Lord Zhang crying tears of joy from time to time. They couldn't help but look at each other.
"Our master has been like this for about four hours, right? He locked himself up in the study without eating or drinking and would laugh and cry from time to time. Could it be that he's feeling unwell?"
"Damn, you still don't know, right? Master is just happy. A while ago, the emperor ordered the construction of a waterway, which made Master anxious. He was afraid that it would anger the people and thus made up his mind to submit a memorial to the emperor. A few days ago, he even told his wife his last words.
"In the end, the emperor's memorial came back today. Not only was the emperor not angry, but he was also concerned about whether our master was eating well. Isn't this a joyous thing? Of course our master would be happy!"