Once the family was seated, Ning Yuchen asked, "Have you told anyone that we're moving?"
Fang Yuan paused, then shook her head. She was the one who attended banquets the most in this household; there was no reason for her to bring up such a topic out of nowhere.
Madam Ning fumbled for her bowl and chopsticks, abruptly stopping her movements. "Speaking of this, I just remembered. The landlord came by two days ago and said he's taking the courtyard back. He told us to find a new place and move out by the end of the month. Look at my memory—how could I forget such a thing?"
Fang Yuan and Ning Yuchen both looked at her. Fang Yuan's face revealed a bitter expression. With the family's current financial situation, how could they afford such an upheaval?
Ning Yuchen hadn't made any career progress in years; he was still a seventh-rank imperial scholar. His salary was limited, but the social obligations in the Capital were endless. They simply couldn't save any silver.
