The pure black horse saw that Ji Qingwu was sitting on the saddle blanket that belonged to it. It flared its nostrils and snorted at her in defiance.
Ji Qingwu, having recovered her senses, saw its displeasure and provocatively arched a dark eyebrow at it.
Her fair hand even patted the animal pelt beneath her.
If Ji Qingwu had a tail, it would have been sticking straight up in the air.
Seeing the human and horse communicate so effortlessly, Emperor Wu Su, who stood to the side, stifled a laugh and shook his head.
The black horse stared at her for a long time with its large, glistening, moist eyes. Seeing she had no intention of giving the pelt back, it finally turned around to present its backside to her, flicked its tail a few times, pawed the ground with a hind hoof, and bolted away.
Ji Qingwu's eyes widened. "Why did it leave?" she asked.
"Don't worry about Ta Yun," Emperor Wu Su said. "It's just off for a stroll on its own."
