The fire continued to burn, and the emperor noticed that it was only burning around Li Yuyao.
The Empress, the Crown Prince, and others also arrived one after another.
Looking at the various expressions on the faces of the crowd, Li Yao squatted down on the top of the city wall and watched.
She really hates those stories about real and fake heiresses where the real heiress knows she's coming back, or that she hates the fake heiress, yet they still say things like, "We've raised her for years, let's be sisters."
Although the emperor's family is not doing this now, it doesn't prevent Li Yao from resolving the issue ahead of time.
I used to think the parents of the real heiresses in these "true and false heiresses" stories were really crazy. They were clearly not their own blood relatives, yet they still went out of their way to spend money on them.
The child she carried for ten months and gave birth to should be something that makes her feel uncomfortable and resentful all the time, even if it means giving a share of her inheritance to this fake heiress. Why have children at all? Just adopt a few. There are so many orphanages anyway.
Later, when I read the story again, I realized that the parents of the real daughters in these stories were thinking about sunk costs. Since they had already spent money to raise the children for many years, they might as well raise them to adulthood and find a good marriage partner, which would also give them more opportunities for financial gain.
Then they see that the real daughter is no good in any way and they find fault with her. They think that as long as she is fed, that's enough. They don't care about the food, and they still have to tell others that she is an adopted daughter.
Li Yao felt her blood pressure rise whenever she read this kind of article. If bloodline wasn't important, why do you think people insist on having children themselves instead of adopting? Why do you think large families rely on blood-related marriages to bind relationships instead of contracts?
Isn't the purpose of raising children to give them the best, to help them surpass us, to continue our bloodline, to inherit our wealth, and to help them achieve something beyond our own aspirations? Isn't it all for the prosperity of our family? Isn't it for a secure old age? And perhaps even more so, isn't it simply because they are the fruit of our love and marriage?
Why bother raising a fake product?
Besides, you can't even guarantee that your own child will feed you when you're old and can't walk, or give you money for medical treatment when you're sick, let alone a child who isn't your own.
In such a situation, how can you expect someone who knows they aren't the biological child, who knows they've usurped someone else's place, and who knows the biological child has suffered because of them, to stay in your home, while you have to expend even more effort and resources to appease them?
Li Yao thought that was purely a sign of illness, a serious one at that.
So what if you've raised her for several years? All your pampering of her is based on one thing: she is your biological child, the continuation of your bloodline, and a descendant of your family. If she isn't, you can hire a few loyal servants, let alone someone who hurt your child and caused him suffering.
Li Yao thought it was purely because of some serious illness, let alone a marriage alliance. Guess if they said they weren't related by blood, would they really use their precious bloodline to marry someone like you, a country bumpkin?
Thinking about all this really annoyed and disgusted Li Yao, so she did what she always wanted to do when reading the story: she ended this fake story ahead of time. No matter whether the family was truly heartbroken or blaming the real heiress, it wouldn't prevent her from enjoying the wealth and glory she deserved.
Li Yao watched as the flames devoured the last of Li Yuyao's flesh and blood, watched her breathe her last breath, watched her gradually turn charred black, and she felt relieved and satisfied.
She controlled the charred corpse and used [Spatial Cut] to slice it into dust, then scattered it.
Then, Li Yao looked at the stunned crowd, opened the [Teleportation Portal], and returned to the village. No one would believe she was thousands of kilometers away from the palace, nor would anyone believe she would do such a thing. Without evidence, she would pretend she knew nothing.
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