A/N: Wow, I feel very loved! I'm so glad you all like my story! sniff sniff I've updated the last chapters to attempt to fix grammical errors, so sorry to those devoted enough to put me on their Author Alert thingy coughDragonSpiritFightercough about the flood of updates!

To narfgirl: You're right about the every Friday thing, but that was done by accident! I'm glad you find this story amusing! I'm trying as hard as possible to bring out the funny in myself! I, personally, didn't think it was going to work!

To Jhs Rockerbaby: That pole would hurt! I'm surprised that he didn't get a concussion, that would've been just aweful for poor Lingy-Poo! (O.o Where did that come from?)

To Lynn12: I'm glad you think that way! And about my updatey activeness... "Don't even worry about it! I will not lose faith!" LoL!

To blackmail bomer: I think it's a good idea... Yes, very nice. I'll make it later though. Bwahaha!

To Dragon Spirit Fighter: That's my goal, to make each chapter better, so that it'll be a fine piece of literature!

"Seriously Jun Lian, I have no clue why you keep that boy, he's not worth anything."

Wei Qi glared at Ling, her eyes were colder than ice, and her smirk was overly malicious. Jun Lian, Ling's mother, wasn't looking though; her eyes were fixed on the hair ribbon that her husband had given her when they first met. Tear flowed down the woman's cheeks, it was only a week after she had found out about her beloved's death. Wei Qi was supposedly there to comfort her, but Ling didn't really think that evil—erm—thing was doing a real good job.

"Abandon him? Wei Qi, he is all I have left. I'd let the world suffer before I let anything happen to him."

Ling stuck out his tongue at the 'thing' from behind his mother's back, in result, her icy glare hardened.

"Think about it, my friend, do you really want a son like that? He would never be fit for the duties of a real man when he grows-up. He is scrawny and pathetic, it would be better for you to just let him go. You're still young enough to wed another and have more suitable sons—"

—SMACK!!!

Wei Qi's hand flew to her slapped cheek, her eyes wide with astonishment. Lian was panting, her face flushed. The goldenrod ribbon was still secured limp in her tightly clutched fist.

"Don't you ever talk about my son like that! He's perfect, and I don't need anyone else! Leave me now, before I have you thrown out!"

Wei Qi stumbled to her feet, glaring daggers at Jun Lian, "Fine! I will leave! Before I go, I'll assure you, my husband is going to hear about what you did! And you'll be sorry by time its over!"

Jun Lian glowered at Wei Qi's retreating back as the woman stormed away, not averting her gaze until she was certain that the wench was gone. When she was sure, she slowly lowered to the ground, giving Ling a rather downcast, unfelt smile.

"I didn't much care for her anyway." She stared silently up at her son for a moment, before she broke into a fit of sobs. Ling rushed over to her, crooning comforting words in a low whisper, tired of all the sorrow, wanting to escape it, yet trapped in its dreaded bars. Finally the tear stained feminine face of his mother's lifted from her hands, droplets of salty tears splotched upon the ribbon, and she smiled a real smile. Her eyes sparkling out to her son, "You remind me so much of you're father. Take this, and treasure it. When you're grown, and you've found the right one, present this to her to show your undying affection for her."

Smoothly her arms extended, offering Ling the ribbon that held so many happy memories. He hesitated.

"Go on, I want you to have it."

Still a little tentative, Ling reached forward, gently taking the silky strip of fabric from his mother's hands. His mother smiled a little longer, before rising to leave. Just she was in the door way, she stopped, glancing once more a the young Ling. The goldenrod ribbon was still in his open hands, moments before he had been staring at the little piece of fabric in wonderment. But when he heard his mother halt, he tore his gaze away from it to look at her.

"Ling?"

"What is it, Mama?"

"What that foul woman—Wei Qi—said, don't feel like you have to prove anything to her. I've said it once, and I will say it again. I think you are perfect just the way you are." With that, she left to the privacy of her room, to mourn the passing of her husband once again.