A Decisive Victory

Wang Xuan had standards when choosing a lord to serve!

First: He had to dare to delegate authority. Without power, what the hell would Wang Xuan be playing at?

Second: He had to dare to employ people without suspicion. With someone watching him from behind all day—especially a man—Wang Xuan would always feel that his chrysanthemum was in danger.

Third: He had to possess a firm character. He could not be soft-eared and start wavering just because some petty person said a few words.

Fourth: He had to be benevolent and righteous. He could not dream of conquering the world, then think of killing his meritorious officials once the great deed was accomplished.

People like that were actually hard to find, and Wang Xuan understood this very clearly.

In any case, judging by history, Old Cao was definitely out. After Zhang Miao had tricked him, he had started killing people in his dreams...

Yuan Shao was too obsessed with family status, and he was also far too soft-eared...

Yuan Shu, on the other hand, was one of the few heroic and chivalrous men among the feudal lords. He could be called a man whose word was worth a thousand pieces of gold. He had said he would look after Sun Jian's family, and he did exactly that. Even when the Imperial Seal was placed right before him, he had not forced his way into taking it. Unfortunately, that man had a hole in his head. Half of his brain was beyond saving...

Mi Zhu looked at Wang Xuan in surprise. He could also tell that Wang Xuan was waiting for this man called Liu Bei. But Liu Bei?

How had he never heard of him?

Even with Zhang Miao, Wang Xuan had never seemed to think particularly highly of him.