The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Yan Heng took a deep breath and told himself that he couldn't kill the little maid yet. Then, with a stern face, he escorted the little maid to the gate of the East Palace and pointed her towards the imperial kitchen.

Originally, the Eastern Palace had its own small kitchen, but after Yan Heng was deposed, this privilege naturally disappeared. If he wanted to eat, he had to ask the palace servants to go to the imperial kitchen to get it.

Yan Heng was afraid that the silly little palace maid would get lost again after returning, so he simply waited at the gate of the East Palace.

After waiting for a long while, I saw the other person coming back happily with a food box in his hand.

When she saw Yan Heng, her eyes lit up and she said as if she was presenting a treasure, "Your Highness, I got you a big chicken leg!" Wenrou arrived at the imperial kitchen. When the steward there heard that she was getting food for the deposed prince, he casually gave her some steamed buns and vegetables and wanted to send her away.

Wenrou was so angry when she saw how bad the food was. She argued with the steward for a long time before finally getting an extra chicken drumstick.

Yan Heng naturally knew what his meal would be like. He had been eating dry steamed buns for the past few days. He hadn't eaten meat in a long time.

So Yan Heng rarely scolded the little palace maid for being rude. He just nodded, turned around and took the little palace maid back to the bedroom.

Wenrou set the table and helped Yan Heng wash his hands before stepping aside and watching him eat.

Yan Heng ate his meal very elegantly. Even though he was in such a miserable state, he still maintained the etiquette of a noble.

However, after taking two bites, he put down his chopsticks. The little palace maid's stomach was rumbling like a drum.

He turned around and saw the other person staring at the only chicken leg.

Yan Heng pursed his lips and said, "Take the chicken leg and this steamed bun and go out to eat." He really didn't want to see this stupid palace maid. He couldn't kill her, so he could only let her out of his sight so that he wouldn't be annoyed.

Wenrou's eyes lit up and she said happily, "Your Highness, we only have one chicken leg. What will Your Highness do if I eat it?" Although she said this, Wenrou's hand had already honestly picked up the food box containing the chicken leg.

Yan Heng closed his eyes, took a breath, and said weakly, "Get out now."

Hearing this, Wenrou happily walked out with the food, squatted in the yard and ate happily. Although the food was poor for the prince, it was very good for the little palace maid.

In order to serve the master conveniently, there were usually separate rooms in the palace for servants to live in. Wenrou lived in the servants' room in the prince's palace so that she could serve him at any time.

But in reality, Wenrou had never served anyone before, nor did she know how to serve. So she would just hang around the prince when she had nothing to do, to see if he needed her to do anything.

"Stop turning around." Yan Heng took a deep breath and said in an unbearable tone.

"Your Highness, do you have any instructions?" Wenrou saw the prince calling her and hurried over and asked crisply.

"I don't need you right now. Stay away from me. I want some peace and quiet." Yan Heng said as he copied the sutras. In recent years, Yan Heng had found it increasingly difficult to control his temper, becoming easily irritable and angry. Therefore, he often copied and chanted sutras to calm his mind.

"Your Highness, how far is it?" Wenrou had no idea about farness, and was afraid that the distance was inappropriate and would make the prince angry, so she asked sincerely.

Yan Heng suspected the young maid was playing a trick on him, but seeing her sincere expression, he realized she was simply foolish. So he took another breath, recited a Buddhist sutra, and then said, "Go wait outside."

Hearing this, she nodded gently, walked outside obediently, found a small stool, sat under the eaves to enjoy the cool air and watch the birds in the tree.

After Wenrou left, Yan Heng began to copy the sutras seriously again. He felt that his temper had improved a lot recently, otherwise why didn't he just chop the little palace maid to pieces.

He had just finished copying a page when he heard the voice of a little palace maid outside: "Little bird, why are you the only one with yellow wings?"

"Chirp."

"Xiao Huang, what are you looking at me for? I don't have any extra food, otherwise I could share some with you."

“Chirp, chirp.”

It turned out that Wenrou and the bird were chatting.

Yan Heng didn't want to pay attention to this stupid palace maid and continued copying the scriptures. But he kept hearing the sounds of a man and a bird chatting.

When he realized it, he found that he had written the words "Xiao Huang" on the paper.

Yan Heng couldn't stand it any longer and rushed out, shouting angrily: "Be quiet!"

Wenrou was startled and quickly covered her mouth. She had been a chatterbox since she was a child, always mumbling to herself unconsciously, and this habit could never be changed.

Yan Heng let out a breath. Seeing that Wenrou was finally quiet, he was too lazy to say anything more to her and turned back to the house.

Wenrou sat listlessly at the door, feeling extremely bored in the East Palace.

At night, Wenrou was keeping watch outside, but because she was too sleepy, she couldn't help but fall asleep on the table.

"Your Highness, do you need me to give her some drugs?" A masked man in black knelt in front of Yan Heng and asked respectfully.

Yan Heng glanced at the little palace maid sleeping like a dead pig, was speechless for a moment, and said, "No need, she can't hear."

Upon hearing this, the subordinate began to report: "In recent days, floods in the southwest have caused a flood of refugees. Many of them have contracted serious diseases, which are spreading. Your Majesty wishes to send someone to the southwest. The Fifth Prince has volunteered."

"Oh? What did father say?" Yan Heng asked.

"The Fifth Prince seems to have some clever ideas. He had a secret discussion with His Majesty behind closed doors, and His Majesty seemed to agree."

"Heh, I guess it was Shangguan who gave him the idea again." Yan Heng snorted coldly.

Yan Heng's imprisonment was closely linked to the Fifth Prince, Yan Jin. Yan Jin was the child of the Emperor and a young palace maid, who had sex after drinking and were raised by Concubine Liang.

Originally, Yan Heng did not take Yan Jin seriously. After all, a prince born to a palace maid had no background and no status, so he could only be a transparent person in the palace.

However, this incident rekindled Yan Heng's understanding of Yan Jin. Yan Heng's imprisonment stemmed from an assassination attempt on the emperor during his summer retreat to the grasslands. The assassin vanished after reaching Yan Heng's tent. A search of the prince's tent revealed a yellow robe. The combination of an assassin and a yellow robe was intriguing. On the surface, the prince was desperate to ascend the throne and wanted to kill the emperor to take the throne himself.

Yan Heng naturally knew he was being wronged. He was the son of the previous empress and was deeply favored by the emperor, so why bother? However, the yellow robe had indeed been found in his tent, providing irrefutable evidence. The emperor was so enraged that he fell ill. He deposed the crown prince that same day and sent Yan Heng back to the Eastern Palace, where he was imprisoned.

However, Yan Heng had been the Crown Prince for many years, possessing a deep ties and numerous personnel at his disposal. Therefore, despite being confined to the Eastern Palace, he was able to communicate with the outside world. As soon as he was imprisoned, he dispatched people to investigate. Ultimately, all clues led to the Fifth Prince, Yan Jin.