I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

Huang Xiaoming also joined in the commotion, grabbing Dilraba's wrist.

"No! She's the Empress! Wu Zetian!"

Xiao Chen also came over, a mischievous smile on his face, yet also revealing the naivety of someone who was drunk.

"That's right! My Wu Zetian!"

Dilraba was almost in tears from their back-and-forth banter; her face turned deathly pale.

She struggled desperately, but she was no match for the strength of three adult men.

Her voice was choked with sobs, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Let me go! I am not Wu Zetian!"

The director was on tenterhooks watching the show on the monitor. The program had achieved its goal, but the safety of the guests also had to be taken into account!

He waved his hand, and the staff immediately rushed out.

"Quick! Keep the guests calm! Get them all back to their rooms!"

The celebrities who are usually so polite in front of the camera are now like wild horses.

The staff had to exert tremendous effort to barely bring the situation under control.

Stephen Chow, who is usually the most difficult to deal with, is actually the easiest to handle.

He was still in the corner, hugging his knees and pretending to be a mushroom, muttering, "Mushrooms need soil."

Two staff members walked over, gently lifted him up, and carried him into the room.

He seemed to be immersed in his own mushroom world, oblivious to everything around him.

Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung were more difficult to deal with.

The two of them were still holding chopsticks, using them as microphones, and refused to let go of them no matter what.

"The concert isn't over yet!"

Mei Yanfang swung her chopsticks, her steps unsteady.

Leslie Cheung shouted loudly into the air.

"Encore! Encore!"

The staff used all sorts of persuasion and coaxing to finally drag them back to their room.

The most difficult to deal with are the three emperors: Xiao Chen, Deng Chao, and Huang Xiaoming.

They were all young people, and once the alcohol hit them, they were full of energy.

The three men surrounded Dilraba and wouldn't let go, sometimes saying she was Empress Wu Zetian, sometimes saying she was the new emperor.

Soon we'll be fighting her for the throne again.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Dilraba managed to break free and hide behind a staff member, too scared to even breathe.

The staff members were all panting heavily, but none of them could get close to the three emperors.

Xiao Chen wielded the broom with great force, occasionally sweeping away any staff members who tried to approach.

Deng Chao and Huang Xiaoming would occasionally have a martial arts contest in front of the emperor, pushing and shoving each other.

He was muttering to himself, "I will personally lead the army!"

The farce dragged on until two or three in the morning before the three of them finally collapsed, exhausted.

The staff seized the opportunity to enter and finally carried each of them back to their respective rooms.

As the night passed, the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Except for Dilraba, who was still shaken, everyone else slept in late.

Not to mention the guests, even the staff who had been up all night were almost unable to get up.

As the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, Xiao Chen remained motionless in his room, like a statue.

The hangover headache made him frown. He slowly opened his eyes, and the ceiling spun in his vision.

He shook his head; his mind was a complete mess.

"hiss--"

He gasped, feeling as if the back of his head had been struck by a heavy hammer.

Last night's memories are fragmented, with only a few blurry pieces remaining.

I remember crayfish, I remember everyone singing, and I also remember... the broom?

Xiao Chen struggled to sit up; the sunlight was a bit too bright.

He pressed his temples hard, trying to recover his lost memories.

Meanwhile, the guests in the other rooms also woke up one after another.

Deng Chao rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. He looked around and couldn't tell what day it was.

He shook his heavy head, his memory only containing the sound of clinking glasses, and... what if he was arguing with someone?

But I can't remember the specifics at all.

Deng Chao glanced at the empty water glass beside the bed and slapped his forehead in frustration.

Huang Xiaoming also looked completely bewildered.

He only remembers eating a lot of crayfish and drinking a lot of alcohol, and then... he blacked out.

His head was throbbing, and he even wondered if he had done something absurd the night before.

I wanted to bang my head hard, trying to knock out those blurry images.

Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui woke up a little earlier, but they also looked exhausted.

They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with confusion.

Anita Mui touched her throat and felt unusually hoarse, as if she had been singing an entire concert last night.

Leslie Cheung also felt his throat was dry, as if he had strained his voice to the point of exhaustion.

Stephen Chow was still in a daze. The first thing he did after waking up was to subconsciously touch his hair.

For some reason, he felt like he had grown taller and looked more like a mushroom.

He sat on the bed, his eyes somewhat vacant, as if he were still playing his role in that forgotten corner.

By the time all the guests had left the room, it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon.

The group of people all had dark circles under their eyes and pale faces.

When everyone met in the courtyard and saw each other's disheveled appearance, they couldn't help but laugh.

Deng Chao clutched his head and wailed.

"What's wrong with me? My head feels like it's going to explode!"

Huang Xiaoming rubbed his shoulder, looking puzzled.

"Why do I feel like I was in a fight last night?"

Anita Mui frowned and complained.

"My voice is hoarse. How many songs did you sing last night?"

Leslie Cheung shook his head with a wry smile.

"I still have a memory of what happened while I was eating, so how come I can't remember anything after that?"

He looked at Xiao Chen, a questioning look in his eyes.

Xiao Chen rubbed his temples and shrugged, trying to appear calm.

"I only remember that I think too much wine was poured."

He chuckled mischievously, but the hangover quickly masked his exhaustion, and he appeared completely innocent.

Everyone said that their memories of last night were like they had been erased by an eraser, leaving only blurry fragments.

Moreover, my head is throbbing terribly, just like... just like a hangover!

The director looked at the group of hungover celebrities with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

He knew in his heart that this was not just a vague feeling, but a complete and utter hangover!

He gestured to the staff to bring out the prepared cameras.

The director suppressed a laugh and spoke in a serious tone.

"Everyone, to help you regain your memories, we've prepared some 'exciting' clips from last night!"

The camera was handed to everyone.

As the absurd yet spectacular scenes from last night were played frame by frame, the entire courtyard instantly erupted in excitement.

The first scene shows Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung singing loudly on chairs, their off-key singing accompanied by their drunken dancing.

This caused everyone to burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, I can't believe I looked like this last night!"