"My brother was very famous," An Ning said, unwilling to let it go.
"Really?" Yu Jingchen asked with little interest.
An Ning felt a bit heartbroken. "Can you help me look into it in detail?"
"What do you want to investigate? What do you know?" asked Yu Jingchen.
"I want to find out the cause of my brother's death. My brother was not a traitor, even if he is dead, he is still a martyr," An Ning said breathlessly.
"The issue of your brother had already been investigated and decided upon. There is no need to look into it again," Yu Jingchen said coldly.
"I don't believe my brother would betray the country. There must be an injustice, a set-up. You can't bully a dead person who can't speak for himself, pressing all sorts of baseless charges upon my brother. It's unfair to my brother; I can't let him suffer in his grave," An Ning shouted desperately, tears streaming down her face.
"..." Yu Jingchen remained silent, letting her cry and vent.