Sweet Life with the Star Commander

Wen Qiao was mixing porcelain paint when the kiln gave her a result no workshop should have been able to make. The glaze held a silver shine, and every perfect line looked as if it had been fired with part of her own breath. That same talent marked her as a threat. Powerful families, fleet schools, and mecha sponsors all wanted control of her before she even had a chance to grow. Wen keeps trying to use careful hands and careful words to stay useful, but her loyalty runs hot and her temper runs hotter. The problem is that the people she trusts most can see how far she will go for them, and they plan around that weakness better than she does.