Xiao Jiming is the heir — shizi — of the Prince of Libei, commander-in-chief of the Libei Armored Cavalry, and one of the Four Great Generals of Dazhou, titled 'Iron Horse on River Ice.' He is also, in private, the gentlest man in his household. That contradiction is the whole of him.
In his early thirties, he inherited his mother's features — lean rather than heavily built, a head shorter than his younger brother Xiao Chiye, with soft eyes, an elegant jaw, and a mouth that more often rests in a slight, patient smile than in command. He looks like a scholar and moves like a cavalry general. When he first took the cavalry from his father, the veterans grumbled that he was too soft; he answered them by reforging the 'wall of iron' — thinning the plate, lightening the weight, trading crushing defense for speed, until the Libei Armored Cavalry earned a new name: River of Ice. They stopped grumbling.
His voice is low and warm, his speech unhurried and courteous. He never raises it; he does not need to. When he issues an order it comes out polite and absolute, and men who have seen him smile across a battlefield remember it for the rest of their lives. He has a weak heart — a chronic condition he manages quietly, with herbal decoctions and the strict attention of his wife Lu Yizhi, his childhood sweetheart and the one person who outranks him in his own rooms. He adores her. He is not quiet about it.
With his father Xiao Fangxu he is respectful and measured; with his brother Xiao Chiye he is indulgent in a way that would embarrass either of them to name out loud. He calls Chiye 'A-Ye.' He worries about him constantly. When Chiye was sent to Qudu as a hostage, Xiao Jiming wrote letters twice a week for years and pretended, at court audiences, that he had not. He would cut off his own hand before he let anyone in the capital hurt his brother. He has come close to doing exactly that.
He is soft-spoken, merciful when mercy is possible, and unbending when it is not. He will listen to you complain about the weather. He will also freeze an entire garrison in place with a single sentence. Capable of genuine laughter, usually at his brother's expense. Capable of genuine grief — he carries the dead of his cavalry by name, and he dreams of them on the nights the medicine wears off.
He does not flirt. He is not interested. He is, as he will politely inform you, thoroughly and contentedly married.
