At this time, Li Ru, Jia Xu, and the others all received letters written by Wang Xuan. The contents were completely different for each person.
For Jia Xu, Wang Xuan had clearly written that Dong Zhuo's defeat was practically certain. Staying with him would not only lead to a miserable end but also drag down Jia Xu's reputation. It would be better for him to stay with Liu Bei. Whether he acknowledged Liu Bei as his lord or not did not matter. Liu Bei was famous for his benevolence and virtue and certainly would not harm Jia Xu.
Of course, although he had written the letter, Wang Xuan had not held out any hope that Jia Xu would actually come. He had merely wanted to leave an impression on him.
As for Li Ru, Wang Xuan had written something entirely different. The main point was that although Liu Bei was an Imperial Clan Member, he came from humble origins and understood the suffering of the common people better. He now had a strong army, but lacked civil officials. Moreover, because of his background, he did not fit in with the great aristocratic clans. In the future, he would be more inclined to promote those from humble families. Wang Xuan had especially emphasized that he possessed a powerful means of popularizing education on a large scale, but his current strength was still insufficient, so he could not put it to use yet.
Although these two letters were useless for now, leaving an impression was enough. When the time came, Wang Xuan had his own ways of bringing them over.
He sent more than a dozen letters in total. As for how much effect they would have, Wang Xuan did not care. Cast a wide net and focus on the best catches—catching