At that moment, the two of them were essentially attending the banquet as partners, a man and a woman.
Yet even so, when he tentatively tried chatting with her just now, he only received lukewarm responses.
Normally, the Imperial Princess would probably have pinned him to his seat by now for a suffocating, deep kiss that lasted over ten minutes.
Tsk.
What a tangled mess.
Lynn sighed almost imperceptibly.
However, this extremely faint sigh still reached Ivyst's ears.
The corners of her lips couldn't help but lift in an undetectable smile.
Her strategy seemed to be yielding significant results.
But just this wasn't enough.
With this thought, she suddenly pulled out a handkerchief, raised it to her mouth, and coughed lightly.
Blood dotted the white handkerchief as it spread out; Ivyst's expression remained unchanged, though her complexion turned slightly paler.
She didn't make a scene of it all, as if she didn't want Lynn to witness this.
