The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168 The Queen Wants to See Me

The moment the call connected, her best friend’s exuberant voice crackled through. “Zaylee! Where did you get those strawberrie you sent over yesterday? They were insanely good! The picky little brats in my house practically fought over them! Tell me where you bought them—I have to get my hands on more!”

Zaylee kept her composure, lifting her teacup with elegant grace for a small sip. Her tone remained light and casual, as if she were discussing something utterly mundane. “Oh, those? You won’t find them anywhere in the kingdom.”

“Can’t buy them? Why not?” her friend asked, confused.

Zaylee set down her cup, the corners of her lips curling into a perfectly timed smile. Her voice softened, but the pride within was unmistakable. “My daughter–in–law, Eliza, grew them herself. On her farm on Garbage Planet A001. It was a sweet gesture from the child, who sent them over specifically for us to enjoy fresh. They aren’t for sale.”

The holographic screen went silent for several long seconds. Then, the other end erupted with an even more dramatic shriek than General Tapia’s wife had let out moments ago. “What?! Your daughter–in–law?! She grew them herself?! On Garbage Planet?! Oh my god, Zaylee, what kind of miracle daughter–in–law have you landed? She is way too capable! You have to tell me everything…”

Listening to her friend’s mix of envy and incredulous questioning, Zaylee kept that serene, elegant smile on her face. Yet inside, just like Trevor a moment earlier, she felt her heart swell with that deep, glowing pride: my girl really is just that outstanding.

After ending the call, Zaylee looked at Trevor, who had toned down his smugness slightly after being “disliked” by her. Their eyes met, and they both couldn’t help but laugh.

Trevor rubbed his nose and chuckled. “Looks like we’re going to be busy.”

Just dealing with all these friends and subordinates rushing in to beg for produce would be enough to give them a headache. Zaylee shot him a mock glare, but the mirth in her eyes was impossible to hide.

This kind of “sweet trouble” brought on by having a daughter–in–law who was simply too capable seemed… actually quite nice.

Just as Trevor was racking his brain for a way to dodge his two months in the study, a crisp “ding–dong” notification sounded from Zaylee’s device.

Zaylee lowered her head to check the message.

The moment she saw the sender and the brief summons, she froze for a heartbeat.

Then, she couldn’t help but rub her forehead and let out a soft laugh. She turned the holographic screen toward Trevor, her tone teasing and knowing. “Well. Here comes the real trouble–the Queen wants to see me.”

Trevor leaned in to look. The message had come from the royal palace’s chief steward. The wording was respectful, but the intent was clear: Her Majesty the Queen requested that Zaylee visit the palace for a talk at her earliest convenience.

“No need to guess. It’s definitely about those strawberries, sweet potatoes, and potatoes.” Zaylee shook her head, her smile a blend of helplessness and quiet pride. “I sent half of them to Her Majesty earlier. She must have tasted them by now and realized their properties.”

She emphasized the word “properties,” referring clearly to their miraculous ability to soothe mental power.

The Queen handled state affairs day and night, and her mental power existed under crushing pressure for long stretches. For

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Chapter 168 The Queen Wants to See Me

sensitivity to such effects would likely be far keener than that of the average person.

Trevor’s expression turned serious. “I’m going with you.”

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This involved the Queen, and most likely their precious treasure of a daughter–in–law. Even if his wife was close to Her Majesty, they had to remain cautious.

Zaylee shot him a look, then stood to smooth out her skirt, her tone brooking no argument. “This is a chat between girlfriends. What are you going to do there? Stand on the side like a statue?”

“Relax,” she told Trevor, her gaze clear and steady. “I know what matters, and I know what should be said and what shouldn’t. I won’t let our daughter–in–law get the short end of the stick.”

She knew her best friend and sovereign far too well.

Her Majesty might seem gentle on the surface, but her mind was calculating and her eye was ruthless.

The fact that Elizabeth could grow such special crops on Garbage Planet A001 could be a small matter, or a massive one.

At the small end, it was just a personal stroke of luck and talent.

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