Chapter 682: You can Drop Out

Based on Nora's appearance and talent, Malaya believed that Nora could definitely find an excellent marriage prospect. It wouldn't be worth it to give up her studies just because of Cheyenne.

"Mom, I've made up my mind. I absolutely refuse to admit Cheyenne as my teacher!" Nora declared with an arrogant tilt of her chin, her cold and resentful gaze locked onto the figure gradually moving away. 'Cheyenne, just you wait. I won't let you outshine me!'

Five days later, in Jostrana.

Just after a heavy snowfall, the trees on the streets were covered in a layer of silver snowflakes, creating a picturesque scene resembling an ice and snow kingdom, pure and clean.

Most of the houses on the main street were wooden structures. The roofs had a sloping curve, allowing rainwater to drain off easily during the summer. But for now, the houses were also covered in a layer of white snow, and faint white smoke drifted out of the chimney.

The world was quiet.

Suddenly, in the midst of this silence, came a burst of elegant and melodic music. The people on the street dropped what they were doing and gathered on the main street.

This scene surprised Cheyenne, who was new to the area. She turned her head and looked outside the café, where she saw a procession slowly making its way through the snowy landscape, with a grand display.

She bit into a fish ball and her cheeks puffed out into a round curve, contrasting with her delicate and beautiful face, adding a touch of cuteness.

"Eat slowly, it's nothing special, just a procession of the Oiran," Yvonne said, worried that she might choke on the food. She quickly poured a cup of tea and handed it to Cheyenne, cautioning her. "What is it?" Cheyenne asked, swallowing the fish ball whole.

her heart when faced with those beautiful eyes. Anyone would have a hard time resisting her. "Alright, let's go have a look. Put on

"Okay."

around them. Two women behind Cheyenne were talking quietly, and their voices

parade. I wonder if some big

is

the Oiran is here, she's

Oiran procession was when I was in junior high school.

and absently rubbed her palm with her right hand

of less than

Yvonne quietly explained the local customs

is called the Oiran procession. Oiran are high-status courtesans, and Jostrana has preserved many traditional customs,

Oiran go out to welcome them, and they will meet

men at the front of the procession were around thirty years old,

held two processional poles with lanterns hanging

in red dresses. They appeared to be around eight or

the oiran. In their hands, they held the oiran's personal belongings, such as

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a striking red cherry blossom patterned robe. Her face was covered in a layer of white foundation, as pale as wallpaper. The rouge on her cheekbones extended from the outer corner of her eyes, creating

painted, accentuating her butterfly-shaped lips,

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