Su Mingyu nodded and expressed her understanding, "But this friend of mine also wants to try. If King Yu is very concerned about me and my friend seizing the limelight, I can also help King Yu write a few poems at the last minute."
Su Mingyu had said the latter sentence on purpose to make King Yu feel disgusted. No matter how arrogant King Yu was, he would rather not be in the limelight, than to ask others for alms.
In the next second, King Yu shook his head resolutely: "No need."
Su Mingyu narrowed her eyes. "Since that's the case, then let's each rely on our own abilities."
King Yu frowned as he looked at her, "Su Mingyu, just what are you thinking?"
After being asked like this, Su Mingyu raised her eyes and looked at King Yu, "What does King Yu mean by this?"
"Su Mingyu, why are you always so unfathomable?" King Yu's eyes were cold. It was impossible to tell the emotions from his pitch-black eyes.