Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress

Chapter 348: Chapter 223: A Duchy? The Holy Blue Duchy?! You have really troubled this Grand Duke!

The Young Dragon could never have imagined that after making a cake for the Evil Dragon, the Evil Dragon would actually contact his friends one by one, showing off to them before eating it.

Why has the Black Dragon, who is over three thousand four hundred years old, suddenly become so childish?

The Young Dragon covered her face, somewhat unable to look the Evil Dragon in the eye.

“Lance, Lance… please stop, doing this… will make you seem very childish, Reg, Venus, Amelia might even laugh at you.”

Lance, who was about to show off to his student Andre, heard the Young Dragon’s words, put away the Black Dragon Projection Communicator and smiled with a grin, “Don’t worry too much about how others see you, their evaluations, thoughts, opinions; caring too much about what others think of you can be exhausting.”

If you really care about other’s evaluations of you, then follow your own mood. If someone’s opinion or evaluation annoys you, punch them.

If you can’t do that, just ignore them. I can do it, so… I can turn into the Evil Dragon and fly to beat up those creatures who speak ill of me at any time.

If someone disturbs my peace of mind, even if they are thousands of miles away, I must fly there to confront them.

Disturbing my peace of mind— you may not understand this for now, so let me put it another way: as long as you worry about how others see you, they can enslave you.

Only when you no longer seek validation from outside yourself can you become your own master.”

The Young Dragon took out her diary and pen and earnestly wrote down the last two sentences spoken by the Evil Dragon.

She did not understand what peace of mind meant.

But she understood the last two sentences spoken by the Evil Dragon.

As a Princess, she had always cared about how others evaluated and viewed her.

She wanted to be recognized by the empires’ ministers and nobles.

She would be happy when the nobles and ministers praised her.

But when nobles and ministers gossiped behind her back, saying she was not as good as her odious sister Asina, she would get angry and depressed.

For a moment, what the Evil Dragon said made her feel like she had realized something.

But… could this truly be a mindset a person could possess?

How powerful must a human be to have such thoughts and mentality?

She believed that the Evil Dragon could have such thoughts and mentality.

“Life is but a brief hundred years, within the scope of your ability, follow your own heart as much as possible, and don’t worry too much about all the messy stuff.”

“You’re not human, you’re a Giant Dragon.”

“Precisely because I am a Giant Dragon, I should follow my heart even more. If I have an eternal lifespan and worry about everything, always thinking before acting, how tired and miserable would my life be?

Remember this, don’t let your spirit be shackled by the invisible chains that are everywhere in this world.”

The Young Dragon was slowly understanding Lance’s words.

Lance placed the cake on the dining table, took out the Black Dragon Projection Communicator, and snapped a few photos of the cake, sending them to Andre.

The caption read: “The cake the Dragon Whelp made for me.”

It wasn’t long before Lance received a message from Andre: “Teacher, are you showing off the whelp you’re raising to me?”

Lance: “Hmm.”

Andre: “As long as you’re happy, Master.”

Any unread messages?

Glancing at who sent the messages, it was Tixia.

So many messages in one go, must it be urgent?

Opening them, Lance saw they were all: “[Viscount, there’s an urgent matter, please return quickly.]”

Thinking about how Tixia had been contacting him frequently lately, after eating the cake, he decided to contact Tixia to see what urgent matter was happening back in Saint Blue.

Packing away the Black Dragon Projection Communicator, Lance cut the cake into four slices.

One for him, one for the Dragon Whelp, one for Er Gouzi, and one for Turtle.

The cake made by the Dragon Whelp wasn’t bad in taste, but there was definitely room for improvement compared to his own skill.

“How does it taste?”

“Great, in a year or two, your pastry skills will surpass mine.”

The Young Dragon giggled behind her Dragon Claw as the pastry she made had won approval from the Evil Dragon.

“You should try some too.”

“Hmm.”

Er Gouzi, with a dollop of cream on his dog’s head, came back and gulped down the remaining two slices of cake on the table.

One slice per head.

The corner of Lance’s eye twitched slightly as he had forgotten that Er Gouzi had two heads…

Poor Turtle.

He would make a dessert for Turtle another day to make it up to him.

The birthday was not as grand as he had imagined. A simple cake and a gift were enough to make it complete.

In the following days, the Young Dragon busied herself with the Evil Dragon in the field.

May 1st, 3456 of the Black Dragon Calendar, sunny.

The Young Dragon, reduced to about one and a half meters tall, sat crouching on a boulder, listening to the conversation between the Evil Dragon and Tixia.

They hadn’t returned to Saint Blue and were still on Black Dragon Island. All the fieldwork was done, and only now did the Evil Dragon have time to contact Tixia.

In the projection, Tixia, wearing the Knight’s Regular Attire of blue and gold, looked somewhat wan and had dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn’t slept well in a long time.

“What’s the matter? How could our little Holy Blue Duchy exhaust you to this point?”

Seeing Tixia’s condition startled Lance; the originally clean and tidy little girl was now so worn out.

“Viscount, in your absence, many things have happened in Saint Blue. There are two things you need to know, one good and one bad.”

“Tell me the bad news first.”@@novelbin@@

Ashamed, Tixia’s face appeared on the projection screen, “Viscount… we have been played, there is a financial problem, and we’re now running a deficit. The Duchy could collapse at any moment due to financial issues.”

Financial trouble in Saint Blue?

It could collapse at any moment?

What on earth happened while he was away…

Wait a second…

The Duchy?!!

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