She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

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.
She became interested when Yvonne mentioned, and her bright eyes sparkled. Yvonne couldn't help but soften 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 your coat, it's cold outside," Yvonne said.
"Okay."
Cheyenne and Yvonne stood in the crowd, and there was a faint murmur of discussion around them. Two women behind Cheyenne were talking quietly, and their voices carried to her ears with the biting cold wind.
"Wow, it's actually an Oiran parade. I wonder if some big shot is coming again this time?"
"I heard that the chairman of the Snowflake Group is coming, so the Oiran are going to welcome him."
"Look, the Oiran is here, she's so beautiful!"
"Yeah, the last time I saw an Oiran procession was when I was in junior high school. It's been so many years, really nostalgic."
The chairman of the Snowflake Group? When Cheyenne heard these words, she instinctively narrowed her eyes and absently rubbed her palm with her right hand that covered the back of her left hand. This was the person she had come to Jostrana to find.
Her gaze stayed fixed on the slowly approaching procession, although it was only a distance of less than twenty meters, Cheyenne felt that the Oiran had taken almost twenty minutes to walk, slower than a turtle.
Seeing Cheyenne's serious expression, Yvonne quietly explained the local customs and culture of Jostrana.
"What you're seeing now is called the Oiran procession. Oiran are high-status courtesans, and Jostrana has preserved many traditional customs, with the Oiran procession being one of them."
Only when important figures come, do the Oiran go out to welcome them, and they will meet the distinguished guests at the "Yagura."
The two young men at the front of the procession were around thirty years old, dressed in black-based white-patterned Jostrana men's robe.
These two men held two processional poles with lanterns hanging on them, with the Oiran's name written on the lantern.
Walking behind the two male attendants were two girls dressed in red dresses. They appeared to be around eight or nine years old, with adorable features and beautiful long hair.
They were maidservants who served the oiran. In their hands, they held the oiran's personal belongings, such as the vanity box and business cards.
In the center, walking with an
elegant stride, was the oiran herself, Sla*th the (lind)vel.not website on Gøøgl to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
dressed in 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 an alluring effect.
Her eyebrows were delicately painted, accentuating her butterfly-shaped lips, which were unusually small and lush. At the
fan
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center of her bun, a decorative was placed, and long handmade tassels made of velvet flowers dangled from her black hair, gently brushing against her shoulders. The content is on Novelxo.org! Read the latest
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She wore wooden clogs, towering nearly twenty centimeters high, giving her a
peculiar and slow
walking posture. In her hands, she held a piece of exquisitely
embroidered cloth, which somet
the belt of her robe, displayed prominently at the front to symbolize her noble
status and identity.
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With an elegant figure-eight-shaped gait, she walked, while one hand rested on
the shoulder of one of the male attendants.
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Behind the oiran stood another
attendant who carried a parasol with
one hand and closely followed the oiran's steps, half-turned sideways. The content is on Novelxo.org! Read the latest chapter there!
Yvonne had spoken so much, and finally, the oiran approached Cheyenne. In
that momentary glimpse, Cheyenne suddenly became stunned. Why did the oiran's face look so much like someone she had seen before?
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"Cheyenne? What are you thinking
about?" Yvonne felt her throat was m dry from all the talking when she raised her head, she saw Cheyenne
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"Oh, it's nothing," Cheyenne replied, snapping out of her daze.