This Taoist Priest Is the Crown Prince

A domineering, unruly crown prince who gave the civil and military officials endless headaches, filled the people with grievances, and made his peers jealous yet helpless was finally sent up the mountain to become a Daoist by imperial decree... That day, officials of every rank cried out, “Long live the wise emperor!” Their voices soared into the clouds... That day, firecrackers thundered and gongs and drums blared throughout Chang'an... On Cranecry Mountain, the deposed crown prince, now a Daoist, wore a robe and a bamboo hat as he leisurely rode on an ox, a blade of fresh grass between his lips and a bamboo flute in hand. Only the occasional glint in his eyes betrayed him. Perhaps he alone knew that the man who had died could never have been clever enough to do such a thing. Someone simply wanted that seat... Fortunately, the former him had already perished the moment he stepped out of Chang'an...