The black horse carriage followed behind the carriages of the diplomatic delegation. There were more buildings visible by the side of the road when they were reaching a city. Ning Que preferred the view of the countryside, so he had the Big Black Horse run off the main road and onto the side roads. He was confident that he would not lose the delegation he was following.
The view by the country road was beautiful, simple and unspoiled. After some time, the black horse carriage stopped under a large tree near a village.
The large tree was of an unknown species and had a really large top. The leaves were lush and looked like a large umbrella, blocking out the intense sun, leaving behind a cool shade.
Ning Que unhooked the carriage from the Big Black Horse and allowed it to roam free. He walked under the tree and touched the coarse trunk with a happy smile.