Vindictiveness and jest guided that thought, and a little envy on Yang Qing's part, because in truth, he wouldn't mind being a chamber pot cleaner. He was already one of sorts for the Order, given the amount of messes he had to clean up on a daily basis and the pittance he received for his troubles.
Since he was already familiar with the role, it wouldn't be hard to take it up again for another organization, especially when that organization happened to be the wealthiest in the Southern Continent.
The White Rose Pavilion fed off their scraps, and look where they were.
Yang Qing wasn't ashamed to admit it; he had daydreamed more times than he could count about being a chamber pot cleaner for the Treasure Coin Palace. And why shouldn't he?
Given what he had continuously uncovered about them, he would be crazy not to jump at the opportunity to hug that opulent thigh.
The White Rose Pavilion was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to the wealth and reach of that palace.
