Her patience was gradually built up, and apart from the initial intense pain, she got used to it.

She was tolerant, but Kangxi was not.

His stomach wasn't particularly painful, but his lower abdomen felt bloated, making him exceptionally irritable. He didn't have a good expression when he went to court, and he was as cold as a December day.

The usually talkative courtiers were unusually decisive today, rarely arguing, but this still displeased Kangxi. He punished several of them who rarely did any work, but he still felt it wasn't enough.

After court, Liang Jiugong finally had time to come and serve him.

Faced with the tyrannical Emperor Kangxi, Liang Jiugong also found it quite troublesome. Thinking of what he had asked, he still spoke up: "Your Majesty, this servant has learned that women are in a bad mood when they have their period, especially in the first few days when they are particularly irritable."

Kangxi became even more agitated upon hearing this.

An Ning was indeed a little irritable and annoyed, but she could process these emotions. The post-apocalyptic environment was extremely oppressive, and she had gotten used to it and didn't feel anything. However, Kangxi was still a little unaccustomed to this uncontrollable irritability.

But his feelings were always drawn to An Ning.

He was also helpless about this.

"Send someone to keep Princess Ulanara company and help her stay in a good mood."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Immediately afterward, Kangxi had incense lit to calm the mind and began reviewing memorials.

Even if he was in a bad mood, as an emperor, he couldn't possibly stop working.

Emperor Kangxi suppressed his anger as he reviewed the memorials.

Most of them were memorials from various places, and the contents were mostly flattery. In the past, although Emperor Kangxi did not particularly like these kinds of memorials, he was still quite pleased to read them.

But looking at these empty and meaningless reports today only makes me angry.

"Each of them is incompetent at doing their job properly, yet their greetings are all fancy and illegible."

After saying this, Kangxi put down his vermilion brush, got up, and planned to go out for a stroll. He simply couldn't muster the energy to review the memorials.