Ma Zi ran breathlessly under the PU sheet of the steel shed, drenched in sweat from running under the blazing sun.
Ma Zi kneeled on one knee, his chest soaked in sweat.
Zhao Zun's brow subtly twitched: "Why the panic?"
Ma Zi panted, "Reporting to the Prince, there have been continuous heavy rains in Jingzhou, causing a sudden flood!"
"Flood?"
Zhao Zun suddenly stood up, knocking over the teacup temporarily placed on the stool, and the emerald tea spilled onto the ground.
He turned to exchange a glance with Xiao Zhengfei, both shocked and worried. "What is the current situation? Have the people been evacuated in time?"
Xiao Zhengfei frowned and stepped forward, "Prince, Jingzhou's terrain is low-lying, and if the dam breaks..."
Zhao Zun raised his hand to stop him, turned to Ma Zi, his voice low and urgent, "Is there any detailed information on casualties? How many people have been displaced?"
