News of what occurred in the city traveled its way to a certain cultivator the same way it always had. Through secretive methods used by friendly eyes and ears… that kept a good memory of things that rightfully, in more paranoid households, should have been whispers too quiet to overhear. Retainers that carried trays through corridors they knew to avoid lingering in, no matter their task.
Or whether or not the people they served seemed to *care* that they had ears and eyes like any being. Ones that were perfectly capable of collecting information for someone in the family who was more important to their continued safe existence in the household. It was hardly insubordinate, in their minds, to keep tabs on things for the eldest woman of the family.
