Okay, Auntie it is

Sweat dotted Chen Anyue's brow. Chen Leike dabbed her face with a damp cloth. A pained groan escaped her lips as her lashes fluttered. "He's here…he…" Her voice was muttering, the words gibberish and nonsensical, "Father… Father… It wasn't me, it…I'm sorry, I…"

"Shhh," Chen Leike shushed her. Despite his soft tone, what he said was merciless, "Father is already dead, you know? No thanks to you."

As far as anyone knew, it was the traitorous Guanghai Elder who was responsible for Chen Ganyong's death. Chen Anyue knew better, bits of memory that was erased returned to her in a fever-induced dream. But her control over her own body was waning. She was shaking, feverish and coughing even when she was without strength. " It wasn't…It wasn't him or me, it was…"